I don’t know if I should laugh or cry
I remember four months ago
Sitting in this glass-paned building
Listening to the words
So now I’m the one on the other end.
Ni zai gan shenme?
And you say
Walking around in the airport.
Talking to me.
I don’t know what faithfulness looks like
In a world that has shrunk to small
Do I sacrifice for a friend
On the other side of the planet?
So now I’m relistening to the music
Mulan and Butterfly Lovers
And humming Zenme Ban
Which seems too perfect.
What to do?
A philosopher said that
You have eight true friends
For all your life
So I count the number on my fingers.
And so I’m praying for wisdom
As we strive to live in this crazy world
Words shooting back and forth
All we have to do
Is decide what to do with the time given us.
