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These days I've been living the last line of "the catcher in the rye"

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"Rootless in the badlands"

They will never know where I come from

She asked me of my roots, whilst staring at my eyes

It was the death season outside of the hotel room,

And I knew all would fade away soon

But their roots linger here, waiting for the next spring

I never had any roots to keep me grounded

And I carry wounds—too many to let me bloom

A wandering green, feeding none, claiming soil not its own

But once I was nature’s rebel, dreaming to become

The fairest blossom the world had ever known

She said she understands the weight of being rootless

But I’m unsure she knows what it feels like to rot

I think of all the nomadic wildflowers in the rye—

The ones who gave everything just to be free

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It's May

CHUNGKING EXPRESS (1994) dir. by Wong Kar-Wai

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I was only curious to know how it started.

In The Mood For Love 花樣年華 (2000) dir. Wong Kar-Wai

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The more I grow to hate them

The more I see them in me

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I looked at myself from a long distance and realized I no longer recognize myself.

I lost two candles, maybe seven thousand days and my face.

I can't even remember what else was taken away from me.

And I look at the little fish inside my hands, how can I even save her?

I've been screaming in the deaf town, showing my scars to the blind people.

There's no time left, and I can't leave the little fish in the middle of the desert with the wolves.

Oh, my little fish they didn't even let you swim once, how can I even leave you in the ocean?

And I cry, cry, cry and cry, so you can swim, but you are turning blue my little fish

And I think of the day I promised you, we'll be swimming in the green warm ocean someday

Then I cry, cry, and cry so you could be happy for once in your life