Ningbo is a major port city in Zhejiang Province. It’s my grandma’s hometown, and both my dad and I have lived there for some time during the childhood.
I only meet you
In old days and dreams.
Where I walk by the market,
Or ride in the street.
White stone cliffs close on yellow seas,
Bumpy roads under dim skylines.
I can’t kiss you,
For you are yet to be complete.
I only want you
When fingers swipe across
Copper sculptures or
Where I peeled at your history
However glorious or humiliating.
I can’t console you,
For the scars runs deep.
I only miss you
On those rainy, foggy days
Where in the mists by riverside,
I take my rhythmic promenade.
The scent of bamboo and soft dirt
Flower buds settle in the ground.
I can’t keep them,
For they’ll grow to forever blossom.
I only see you now
As a thriving town;
Not much of an old taste,
Marble staircases and pathways,
Boombox buzzing in the courtyard.
As I sank into techno music,
I dreamt of those muddy, rainy,
And a-bit-of-gloomy days,
Yet every leaf, raindrop
And gust of wind,
Shall receive my blessing
A blessing for my childhood lover,
My fairy tales.