咸 – Chan Wei Jie

What is salty?
Salt, of course.
The salt of the earth,
The salt of the sea,
To be firmly planted in reality,
And yet have the ability
To flavour life itself.

But you don’t like that.
Apparently.

What is salty?
Blood, surprisingly.
The blood that flows through us
Tells our shared stories,
Each new vein a different tale,
Of the times we spent together.

But you ignore that.
Apparently.

What is salty?
Tears, undoubtedly.
The tears you shed,
The tears I wiped away,
The tears I cried for you,
Each tear a crystalline memory.

And nothing more.
Apparently.

What else is salty?
感动, definitely.
Because every time I hear that,
I don’t just taste salt,
My soul itself is marinated in it,
When waiting for you to 心动。

But that never happens.
Apparently.