Studio/Seminar Bridge 4: Research

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Surrounded by the infinitely dark water. Watching the sun rise and set into the woods. Watching the stars sparkle and die. Watching the city glowing in a distance, where lives collide and explode, waving at her, mocking at her. Every day. Every night. Just watching. And sleeping, and eating a little sometimes. She does everything quietly. Everything ignites quietly and dies before she knew it. Even the city far across the water, always screaming and laughing silently, like it’s inside a glass box.

It’s always quiet.

It hurts.

Sound of waves? Washing her feet. Drenching her soul. She woke up with tears on her cheek. It is a boy swimming in the water. Joy. Splash. A dolphin. The muteness and darkness that belonged only to her were taken away. But she doesn’t want them back.

He saw her too.

He used to look down at the secular world on his own. Watching the mortals live, love and die. He has always been alone. Just like her.

It hurts.

So He sneaked out and descended from the sky.

They met. They didn’t want to live in loneliness and agony anymore. Become one another’s world, one another’s everything, fill up one another’s hollowness.

Love.

Glowing warmly. Heartbeats. Like my nervous pace running towards you.

I could fall asleep in your arms. All I ever need.

King of the Heaven found out. Shame. Disgrace! Humiliation!! Rage!!! Torn apart. Trampled roses. Ignored cries and shouts. He Ripped the sky open. Millions of stars flooded out from the slit. Forming the Milky Way – the silver river.

Rapid current. It’s a wall. A permanent blockade.

Crashed back again into desolation and solitude. Shut out again from light. From joy. From love. Every day. Every night. Calling out each other’s name. Cry, but only echoes were heard.

It hurts.

Lost her voice. Out of tears. Fell asleep by the dark lake. Pigeons in the woods cried. They flew into the sky, across the Milky Way. Carried him back onto the ground.

Woke up. Turned around. Shocked. Ran. Dive into each other’s arms. Cried. This, is

Love.

 

BIBLIOGRAPHY ANNOTATION

  1. “The Story of the Chinese Valentine’s Day.” 2016 The Story of Chinese Valentine’s Day | Daughter’s Festival | Double Seven Festival. Accessed December 01, 2016. http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/77a.htm.
  2. “Qixi Festival.” Wikipedia. Accessed December 01, 2016. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qixi_Festival
  3. Goh, Pei Ki. Origins of Chinese Festivals. Translated by Koh Kok Kiang. 13th ed. Asiapac Books PTE, 2004, 105

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