Sipping the last drops of French Roast coffee,
As my CD player plays Walteufll's waltzes,
My eyes fell upon this beautiful piece of chinaware,
It was given by she that used to rest in my arm freely,
Someone that treated me so lovingly and so dear,
Although I wonder whether she still loves me,
The "love" that engraved on this cup is still nonetheless clear,

I had asked myself many a time, whether these engraved "I love you,"
Will outlast the very I" love you" that I engraved in her heart,
Or the "I love you" she impressed against mine for that matter,
She did give me nothing else by the way, nothing but promises,
Of waltzes, kisses, embraces and gentle caresses,

It is a beautiful piece of chinaware anyway,
With golden laces and red roses printed on the side,
On the bottom it says,
"With affection, with love�" I used to read them with pride,
But now what can I say?
What can I say?

My eyes then turned to a mirror on a wall,
I loved that mirror much,
It has Victorian sculpture engraved on the edges,
I think it was Venus or Athena or some obscure goddesses,

I love these three quarter beat by and by,
It makes me dream, and all I had to do was to close my eyes,
Then you would be there, in my arm, you and I,
But tonight you did not come, as the waltzing tune continues,
One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three,
The mindless Viennese waltzes are still mindless as ever,
But where are you? One two three, one two three,
I counted, I danced I was in trance, trance, trance,
Until I opened my eyes again�
The coffee cup, which I loved so much, has smashed against the mirror,
Then I sense drops wetness on my cheek, and on my finger,
Bloods and tears don't they always have to go together,
It was still a beautiful pieces of chinaware though�
Pity, such a beautiful piece of chinaware�

Luke Hsieh