by Mingyue
Perhaps an angel cast a spell,
awakening a conversation between you and me.
That day by the lake fountain,
sunlight happened to cradle a rainbow.
A breeze blew by, misty and dreamy,
so, I paused, enchanted,
stepping gently into its tale:
riverbanks, neon lights, sunsets, evening scents,
rooftops, streetlamps, stars and the moon —
your appearance was without warning.
Like a sudden spring of radiant sunlight,
it softened the sharp edges hidden within my heart.
But the rainbow vanished,
the magic faded.
The world was still winter,
the sunlight too brilliant, too bright.
Opening my eyes, beauty and sorrow intertwined;
awake, I continued forward.
This world,
so complex and tumultuous,
leaves me overwhelmed.
Ahead, a path of uncertainty and confusion—
should I retreat or press on?
A voice softly calls,
“Come, don’t be afraid.”