She walks in that armchair, Of this tilted land of flair, beautifully negotiating, steadily appreciating. But I am still, In the middle of nowhere. May I love her with my doomed body? Or touch her with my trembling soul? Because When it all fall down to earth, She’d tread on my faith, I’d feast on my fate, With that almost palpable ache. 泊临 2022.6.21