浮生飘絮 （五十七：归属）

    (Shanjing)

During the daytime,
You're at work:
You belong to work,
Torn into many pieces
And there's nothing you can do.

Evening, back home.
Mind and body in one piece
And you belong to yourself.
As you like.
Doing the things you'd love to,
Nurturing your heart and soul.

Keep dreaming about tomorrow if you still have;
Since your life will be ended,
When the last dream is dead.
Thanks to the one (though I've forgoten the name)
 Who had said:
You're as young as your hope.

                 2010.4.3.