How it was, when the individual doesn’t even CARE, while everybody else around her/him is getting, worried…the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…
She’d Been, Slow to Discover, that Someone Cared for, Her,
That Someone’s, Missing Her, Constantly, that Someone is, Falling in Love.
The Butterflies Became Flustered at How She Was So Unaware, the Birds, Too Worried that They’d Stopped Their, Songs
The Flowers, Getting Too Anxious, that Their Faces Turned to, Black Now
the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com
And so, the individual is still, the LAST to know, because, she’s just, not into love right now, or she got, something else, that’s, taking up all of her, attention, either way, she may not been searching for, or was in need of love right now…
The Ivory Tower of My Mind 