Pursuing Hsu ChiCheng
I like to pursue as well as play the pursued game
Since I’m a child
I pursue the running child company in front of me
On the soil road
Do the best of my effort
Shout loudly, sweat steaming
What is it the running in front of me?
Is it the flying wadding of dandelion?
What is the misty-like flying wadding?
Is it the floating long-cherished?
Or is it the floating wish?
It’s in front of me
It likes come to my hand, but can’t catch still
I purse it from child to adult
From small spot to the remotest corner of the world
Sometime it’s just a near distance
But it can’t catch still
It flies running and escape
Can’t catch is can’t catch
What a cunning and ferocious thing truly it is!
I want to pursue still
Make up my mind, firm my will
In spite of how cunning and ferocious it is in front of me
In spite of how fast it can run and escape
Even to remotest corner of the world
Even I’m exhausted, scars of wounds strung together
I want to pursue still@