Tanpo

Pitan, or preserved egg, is a very special food, with a special appearance and also, special tastes. There are flower patterns on its firm surface, and its where it got its Chinese names. Pitan, the word “Pi”in Chinese means “leather”, because the surface of the egg is pliable and tough just like leather. It's very tasty after boiled in the porridge, which actually is a famous dish. After boiled with rice, all of its deformed mouthfeel is stripped by boiling water, leaving only a wonderful and bizarre gentle warmth. The taste is almost undescribable, tender, delicate and transient therefore you must take time and focus on savoring it before its gone like a shadow from the tip of your tongue. I wonder if it’s just it’s fleeting that makes it even more memorable? And it's such a natural and unrestrained figure, while so many people never accept its special taste, in front of people who appreciate and admire it so much, it never stays even a bit longer. It just disappear into no...

I have a different life from yours, I've listened to different music from yours, I have different memories, Different friends, Different hobbies, I've read different books, Seen different movies, Have different poems and words in mind, See different sceneries, Speak, even, different languages, Eat and sleep at different times... But I feel what you feel.

Come to stay with me. I need you to stay with me. I need you to need me. So I can stop writing shits. I need the silence being accompanied. My bones fall apart. So I take the subway from the initial to the terminal station. My feelings fall apart. So I need everything longer to feel them better. Including your company. Having it long enough to believe that I will never lose it. Long enough to feel it. Long enough to never I'm so tired. I'm a robot. I need to be charged. Or else I will be gone and never back again. That's not something scary, without you here, though. I feel like in a humid dream. The air is so wet but muggy. The snow is scalding. That's why I can't feel everything truly. That's why people in my life come, and leave soon, just the moment after we are together long enough I start to need them. This makes the dream more humid and more and more. As tears decorate my dark brown eyes like feathers. As every loud laugh becomes ...

Come to love me, but I can't sing for you Come to love me, but I can't write for you Come to love me, but I can't cook for you Come to love me, but I can't cry for you Come to love me, but I can't belong to you Come to love me, but I can't hate for you Come to love me, but I can't die for you, But I will live for you. Breathe for you. Laugh for you. Heart beats for you. Wake up every morning for you. Sleep early for you. Bear for you. Get recovered for you. Get unbreakable for you. Shine for you. Love for you. Be reborn for you. Exist forever, for you. - all of which I can hardly do or care now, without you. “I want to write you a song I want to lend you my coat One that’s as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You’ll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat Everything I give I get from you Giving back is all I wanna do I want to build you a boat One that’s strong as...

I can feel the existence of my elegant white bottle I can see my thick green coat My legs in the new black jeans My hair My face in the reflection of the glass of the window of the train I can feel my thoughts flowing in my mind I can see the warm yellow light in the carriage The passengers coming and going on the walkway next to my seat The beautiful picture of the passing scenes outside the window The lined-up suitcases above my head I can feel the high pressure generated by the train driving at high speed making my ears blocked and painful. The flu clogged in my nose and stuck inside my throat The blocked vague sound of the noises of the people The shadows and lights My sorrow and my tiredness My memories and my dreams My typing fingers and the screen of the phone I can feel all of these But I can't I've tried very hard but still can't- Feel my own existence 我能感觉到我优雅的白色瓶子的存在 我能看见我的厚厚的军绿色大衣 我的腿裹在新的黑色牛仔裤里 我的头发 我倒映在列车窗的玻璃上的脸 我能感觉到在我的脑海里流动的思绪 ...