■Going With Spring
By Angela Ren
I am a little patch of green, simple like water.
When I am about to sleep,
A hug falls, that
Is arm of primrose. I
Lean against the crook of its arm.
Always think, the night before dawn,
To get my color off,
To drape on you. The red bud,
In spring wind, stretching your waist with a smile.
Sand-dust is heartless. He only pushes me slightly,
But leaves shed tears. It's dripping rain,
Holding out its hand, buttressing my song,
Playing in the palm.
In the wind, I see you.
In the rain, you see me.
I'm sure, the so-called meeting
Is to embrace in the storm, graceful and beautiful.
The so-called date, is to roll up heart,
Melting into spring.
(Tr.William Wang ; Proofread by X.L.WOO) |