Pieces I like the most: (I do find some clue of my thoughts after I put them in a different order…)
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, -- I loved you.
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—
Your freedom is mine.
And finally,
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
‘生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美’, hmm, I didn’t know it was from Tagore.
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