One sunset means a dawn to another coast
Another dawn as serene as the moonrise
Like a blinking mind
Ends a day begins another
Her blink was a flash
What a bright twilight
I have already walked this endless slope before
Fifteen years ago
I had just turned thirty
This dictionary, colored grape was still new
Then after crossing so many seas
The word "squirrel"
The word "buzzard"
Still escaped my mind
No I couldn't learn them by heart
However I tried
This pavement shines beautifully
As if underneath are those words
That I failed to remember
The members of buried memories
The moon is already floating
Like a soul
Piercing all the past nights
A pale rosario of half-memories.