Along the narrow street of red German roofs,
we entered into the metro
of a strange far-beyond age.
Windows on the carriage,
steaming cold dripping vape,
my memory evading from its enemy,
but long long lost in a sea of green.
I saw infinite entwining worlds,
stretching into the end of the black sea,
mounted on a light-towered island,
caught by an invisible dream.
I dreamt of you through all colorful beams,
till our life burnt low like an old candle,
our eyes unfilled as ones of a miser,
still I saw you standing,
in the summer of flying Sycamore leaves.
Out of the dark city and its neon light,
I went to a silent sand.
Ocean surging with winds and foams,
murmuring a secret of time and youth.
*TsingTao, also known as Qingdao, is a city on the eastern coastline of China. It was once occupied by Deutsches Kaiserreich then by Empire of Japan, and after World War 2, it was returned to China.