One day

• Yi Li, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

I haven’t deeply felt
The tinge of blooming snowflakes
When we tremble together
Love flows between our hearts

I haven’t held your hand
Walking across the deserted dune
How could I learn
To treasure every single second

Sometimes
I believe the whole story will end
Gather or separation
Nothing will be immortal

However
I am reluctant to leave
By the time all the sceneries are outguessed
You may accompany me to count wrinkles on my face