“你最短只有3個月”，醫生如此說，下一個醫生還是同樣地說。。。。
兩年半過去了，偶而又想起了這句話，就有感寫下了：
THREE (3) ----
Raising my arms,
Finger stuck by a rose thorn.
Come out the darkness,
Rays of Sun lights
Towards the trees, leaves and me.
All is so beautiful.
The day learnt I had 3 months,
All were dark,
My heart, my sky, my world.
I cried, cried to the end.
Can I live again?
Wish to live again!
I'll -
Be happy the 3 special months,
Fight for 3 more years,
Look for 3 x 3 x 3 x ... years!
But if -
If 3 months is the case,
I'll seek and download the beauty of the world in heart.
If 3 days are all the left,
I'll blanket myself with the songs I like,
If it's the last 3 minutes,
I'll gather a smile and keep it.
If that's the last 3 seconds -
I'll close eyes and give myself an applause!
If ...
If only I can live once more!
I open the eyes,
The sun lights are covering my quilt!
How lucky, really lucky,
I'm still alive!
What to do with?
I vow to self
Try to live the 3 seconds;
3 minutes;
3 days;
3 months;
3 years;
3 x 3 x 3 ... years!
:)
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