A Song To The Plum Flower Poem by gina guo

on the side of a broken bridge in the courier station,
a single plum flower is blooming helplessly,
the dusk is approaching, which makes it more melancholy,
what's more, followed by a violent storm at the same time.

it has no intention to fight for the supremacy hard in the spring,
just let other flowers bear a grudge at their convenience.
even if its petals wither and fall to the mud, being gound into dust,
its soul of fragrance can't still disappear, remaining for ever.