Watching Fireflies in KL on Christmas 1998

                       We drove to see the fireflies
               I was so surprised a night would be like this
             No one else but a boatman quietly rowing the boat
                           Thousands of fireflies
                   The stars, the moon and the lightning
                              At the same time
                            I said it is surreal
           I thought the lighting dropped all the fiery sparkles
                              Instead of rain
                As if the angles in the heaven were welding
                 They are building my bridge to the heavens
            And I would reward you with kisses to bring me here.

                     The flies are blinking, twinkling
               like the lights on Christmas trees on and off
            Like someone whose balance is uncertain after flying
                        The night was as soft as fur
                      The river of the voyages flowing
                     Cautiously over the dark distance
                      It is not the moon, I tell you,
                             It is these fires
                           My chest caught fires.

                            There was lightning,
                     But no thunders, no sound, no rain

                    You put one of the flies on my palm
                            Let it die in peace
                   Your time to shine may be just tonight
                       I said, but I am your audience
                    I watched you dance your last dance
             You lifted your veil and wrapped yourself in fire
                               Till you die.

                   We sat quietly at the name of no name
                          And in the trembling sky
                            A moon, a shell moon
                       The river reflects the stars,
          As if the fireflies went to the sky and into the water.

                             The stain of fire
                             Is upon the world
                             Yellow, blue, red
                          It eats into the leaves
                            Smeared with saffron
                     Leaning against a dark velvet sky

                         If the water could dream,
                         If the sky is a blackboard
                     The letter written on it would be:
                           Forgive me-love, blue.
                     The beauty of tonight will hurt me
                          for the rest of my life.

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