In These Three Days, I Don't Want to Do Anything

In These Three Days, I Don’t Want to Do Anything

— When a person cannot be found, you’ll find how wonderful the past life together was

By Sophy Chen

In these three days, I don’t want to do anything

I only want to lie in your heatable brick bed

I don’t want to read English

In the morning

I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you making

Chinese pollen tea, no sugar, a cup by a cup, you drink, I drink

Putting more coal!

Mindless of the nice snowflakes outside the cave dwelling

In these three days,

I don’t want to write poems

I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you cooking, morning,

The sweet millet porridge for me, with a small plate of self-made pickled vegetable,

Noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …

Putting coal again!

Mindless of thick snow and strong wind outside the cave dwelling

In these three days,

I don’t want to translate poems

I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and to listen to you tell your love story

Or from time to time, I just boast out

What I have done in English language

Putting more coal again!

Mindless of the heavy snow sealed mountains and blocked the road ahead outside

In these three days,

I really don’t want to do anything

I even don’t want to teach English, open my computer,

Phone calls, and read short massages in Weibo, or Weixin

Just let the heavy snow sealed mountains and cut down anything which can touch me

One thing that I desperately want to do is to wait and look you cooking delicious food for me —

Morning, pollen tea, the millet porridge, noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …