Love in War
BY CHEN YAXI
It is the summer of 1920
I am drinking in a bar in Paris as I always do
The shops close and open
The flowers fade and bloom
The sun sets and rises
No
It no longer rises now
I fought in the front line
You worked in the back line
A hundred miles between
A lifetime away
I wounded terribly
You treated me nicely
Countless days and nights we spent our time together
Had nothing but each other
We did not begin drinking at then
We talked
Talked about everything
Built by time and space
The battlefield was a bridge
Dead people could not across it