每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的

 

甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的

 

Dusk

 

Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice 

that despite her beauty,

a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky .

Deep inside you realize that this day is gone,

and everything that It had brought is lost forever.

Every thought,every action,every dream,every hope,

every sight,every sound is gone.

There is no chance of every being returned the same,

exactly the same.

For every moment has a limit to what it can capture,

Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.

 

And the colours in the sky try to entertain us.

one last act with painted smiles,

for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day.

So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night.

our horror as we try to find our way,

like children who wander into a forest and never return.

I am ingratiated by the sunset because of 

her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness

back for just a moment more.

But like so many times before....to no avail!