Leaving My Sound

translation by: Frederick Siu
bluewire@uci.edu
04.10.96 1:46a v.01a

The sound of rolling water,
Is like the sound of laughter,
This dreamscape,
Everything,
I am carefully listening,
And observing,
Reminiscing about this wonderful life,
in my dream.

This world,
No longer is there sound,
There is only the sound of your breathing
As you follow me,
Even if in this life
I can no longer wake,
I will quietly listen to your talk

I find it hard to discern between the
sound of the wind and rain.
There is no peace.
I only want to leave my one last sound,
The sound of my laughter,
Quietly, with you,
Of days that have passed.
Leaving my sound.