我在冰箱冻着一颗伤心苹果

I witnessed

how young teenagers talking about Chinese politics. 

The table was round and there they gathered.

The topic of choice ----

The most beautiful picture ever painted 

in the the national hall,

in all of the three billboards.

In their voice

Full of joy.

Their dark eyes

full of pride. 

There I travels back in time 

To a sleepless summer night.

Laid besides me was my lover.

The ceiling above was white as the future unknown.

As I gazed into the white I said 

"Darling, I am waiting for history."

" to fall upon us. "

What I meant was,

In the 80s we decided to paint a white paint over the all the blood dried.

The white paint is now prideful red again.