(with thanks to Li Bai & Rene Lavand)

I take a bottle of wine, in the bowers where no companion's mine. Raising a cup to the Moon; that's two of us, and my shadow joins soon! We companions are always three: my shadow, the Moon, and simply me. I sing, the Moon encourages me; I dance, my shadow imitates me. This lonesomeness I've always known, in the bowers where this life turns cold. When tonight our wine is done, we should surely part ways one by one; sojourning without a care, my shadow, the Moon, and simply me.

My thoughts and memories on Chinese New Year.

I have experienced many Chinese New Years, but i cannot remember the time it actually felt real and authentic to me. What i mean is I've never experienced a heartfelt satisfying Chinese New Year, away from the shallow festivities and rituals (done for show, and over-commercialized).

Oh well. Better luck next year.