Eleven Lin Poems

On the white worn canvas, the setting-sun softly shines,
Revealing under the cypress tree the secret lines.
The sorrow of the journey has become a poem of love;
The passing years are like the clouds floating above.
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Walking in the heavy rain with an umbrella,
I find an antique toy shop at the street corner.
A guitar leaning by many painted ponies;
Music boxes begin to play the symphonies.
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遥远的海岸 ­

掂起脚去眺望 ­
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Time is just like a relentless knife.
In a flash it can tear all the promises apart.
Goodbye doesn't mean we can't see each other again,
But why can't we firmly make it to the end?
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昨夜梦中偶得一诗。梦醒而忘。苦苦求索之，乃得。纵平仄混乱，晦涩不堪，可谅也。

夜色迷茫月如霜，
四周静寂无声响；
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The world will never stop revolving.
What stops is the sound of the heart.
But does the heart has a sound?
Lub-dub, lub-dub!
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It's on a fine afternoon
That I heard the sound of the waterdrops.
They came out ceaselessly
From my heart to the starry sky.
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The swirling night was split by bolt of lightning.
The scattering stars were torn into pieces.
The balance of the world started collapsing,
So did all the inhumane human species.
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After a long crawling and struggling
I could take a deep breath finally.
But I found that what I had been inhaling
Is but an liquidized fire actually.
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