I thought of writing something, yet found reluctant to...maybe I should recall something first Something I wrote, three years ago, before I left Edinburgh. -------------- I Words. Words are unique beings. But I try not to define their meanings. I believe they are indefinable. As someone said, “ Words are literal words, not something else. Although they can refer to something else”. They used to be alive, as time floods by, now they become freezed creatures. As if a piece of fossil. Or a face shadowed. II There are certain words in English that perhaps could not be translated into another language. It doesn’t have to be a glowing one. Maybe just like a pebble half sunk in a river bank. Or a quiet constellation that you did not discern when looking at the moon. Goodbye. A wave. Such words that I may grin when I saw them. They are one of the untranslatable. Different from the Chinese version which literally means see you again, a good-bye is a less nostalgic one. A comforting word. Godbwye as it is. A wave is like water going back to water. Or more precisely, like a tide, at its very still moment, the moment that after rising and before falling. When it falls, it grins with a natural calmness. Goodbye. A wave.