the epitaph (when u died and me too)

when I was young, 

I often saw some stone tablets on the ground in our countryside, 

there were  many words engraved up, 

they were just the  epitaphs, 

although they were always trampled eventually, 

people also ignored the history about these stone tablets!

today, I thought about the epitaph, 

not long ago I wrote some words that I called the epitaph of mine,  

it was  certainly the virtual epitaph to myself!

death was a destination, 

and it was a starting point too, 

it also could be  the start of all the dashed things!

 the  (virtual)  epitaph --------when u died and me to

just like a baby woke up in the morning

the scent of the magnolia crypto-currents a quiet

a long neck goose run on the grass

a magpie crowed on the branch

shout out to my shadow of  the pool 

the voice was along the reeds along the terraces

the land was not calm and it may be far away

while you were hiding under a quiet shade

a burning heart stops in an appearance

the tide would always on the mind

the heavy wings and red feathers

which belong to the bird was flying over

when you die and me too

how would be the souls drifting into a harbour 

under the evening skies by the silence enveloped live

the waves could be fuzzy and also get shining with the form