Turn Around Like No Action

FOREWORD Having recited several of the author's English poetry collection and aired over an internet radio poetry program in Mexico every Saturday gives me a personal sense of awareness of the sensitive emotional style of his writing skills.

I once asked him why he always talks about the moon and not the sun.

—I find peace and comfort in the moon, —he told me.

—But the sun is the source of all living creatures. —I tried to impel upon him.

—The moonlight though it looks lovely is just as cold as the night. — I added. And this is unfuried in his poem tided “EacJi Cold Night has a. Lonely Man” ， and even a sunny day won't change his sorrowful feelings expressed in his poem tided "Turn Around Like No action.

The poem titled ^Azabu in the Rain" contain a deep longingness with a. sense of the numb sensation. In the quietness of every night, he finds special stars and favorite night lamps and boldly expressed in the poem titled, “The Light”. TH Hide Where the Sun Won ' t Squeeze me" is a. heart-breaking poem that tells the brokenness of lost love that he tried to hide from the sun because he does not want to be comforted by its warmth. He wants to stay in the cold dark alley of his aching heart.

He wants to be swallowed in a black hole so that he could cling and feel the pain from his heart. He does not want to let go of that pain.

The poem titled, "Seeing Sunk More and More" described the moon reminding him of a romantic feeling, even if it hurts and cuts through him so deep. A tender emotion being stolen expressed in his poem tided "Stealing". "The Place of Love" conveys not to say goodbye.

“The Moon”，uAutumn Mid-Festival”，“The Wind is Cold so is the Moon", uMemories of My FeeEngs in the Lishui River by Boat", is a call for the night to accompany him in his loneliness and no one, not even a light-hearted man can take away the pain of his brokenness.

And as the loneEness gripped his day today, he considered it just like a bad dream hoping that when he wakes up the next day just as expressed in the poem titled that "Maybe Everything was like a. Dream Last Night".

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