Good-Bye Dear Friend

Good-Bye My Dear Friend

On my way to science
I dug up an old tape
A story and an interesting past
No more religion
No more midnight regret
Now when I look back
Ripples of yesterday
Carefree summer paths
On Geneva Lake
I see a smiling face
With moonlight on your back
My heart had reluctantly said
Good-bye dear friend
Memory has come to an end


Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Mulberry Tree

Mulberry Tree

Silkworm project kicked in
Everybody got so excited
Hand picked green leaves
Stacked in a bamboo kit
Prepared was a gift
For the little babies
Mulberry tree
Kids’ favorite
Stood still
Next to the main street
Waiting for our greeting
In the evening
In a blink
Children became big
Cocoons changed into a new thing
Who said life was too boring
We were actually very happy about it

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

Deleting Love

Deleting Love

Numbers and symbols
Are placed neatly
Faces and messages
Represent inextricably
A world
Full of complexity
When passion is gone
A single word becomes obnoxious
No reason should be applied
To deleting love
One by one
Data is getting less
Alphabet by alphabet
Until nothing is left
Perhaps
This will render a new name

Written by JerSki BjorkSen

European Air

Somewhere on the way to neuroscience and language, I encountered unexpected consequences. Flood, scorching sun, and unpleasant leg lesion made me wonder whether it was fate or personal willingness draining me in such a dilemma-leaving the New Continent.

Several messages from old friends found me on a rainy day. MRT seemed stagnant albeit people 's rapid movement along the rail of escalator. The chagrin of feeble, old couples smudged the clear blue sky with trembling fear. I thought to myself why on earth man tends to falter all the time.

I reckoned it was going to be a long while before I returned to Europe; but it turns out I’m leaving for it soon. Perhaps there will be that familiar air hanging, or at least the lost forgotten souvenir of Le Bouveret and Geneva Lake, in the middle of night.

One of my good friends was a genius because he learned British English so well that most people wouldn’t think he was Chinese. I was amazed at what he had achieved in language learning, thus kindling my passion for language acquisition.