Turns out
Old typewriter clicks, matchmaker’s ad: “Gentle daughter sought.”
Father’s pipe smoke, a question mark—“Sign the line, no love, just dowry’s worth.”
Stared at photo, stranger’s smile, future sold for a title, a while…
White veil, red lanterns, bells chime,
Walked the aisle like a timed puppet.
Cold hand, rehearsed vows, silent contract, no curse.
Organ played a dirge, not a song,
Became his wife, all day long…
Oh, blind match, mute wedding—
Dance with no steps, vow unread.
Heart’s a locked room, his key misled.
Actors in a play, no lines to say,
Smile for guests, drift away…
Blind match, mute wedding—
The lie we’re forced to live.
Gramophone spins ‘50s tune,
He reads paper, I stare at moon.
Dim sum dinner, chopsticks click,
Souls like ships that’ll never link.
Sharp suit, red qipao, perfect head.
Count wall cracks, pray for dawn, always twilight.
They say “be patient, time’ll grow,”
But time’s a thief that steals the flow.
Read his silence like a book,
Each page a lesson to overlook
Truth, empty chair, pretend love’s there…
Oh, blind match, mute wedding—
Dance with no steps, vow unread.
Heart’s a locked room, his key misled.
Actors in a play, no lines to say,
Smile for guests, drift away…
Blind match, mute wedding—
The lie we’re forced to live.
Dream of café, two teas,
Laugh till tray’s cleared, choose “someday.”
Now bird in cage, song with no voice.
Certificate’s shackles, “happily ever” for the bourgeois.
Blind match…
Mute wedding…
The end…