With pains
To paste a colorful kite
And let it go
And dismiss the idea of bringing it back
Let love turn into flaming roses
And cast them into the waterfall
To let the flow
Bury them
Forever
Looking up at the sky
Watch the clouds float everywhere
And lock my pipe dream tight
The Flowers and grass at the roadside
With flourishing bubble fame
Wipe away their tears
Before the arrival of the sun
My love
Can't deduce tomorrow from yesterday
So I won't regret
For I've experienced it.
The blue poem
Vanishes and reappears
I think it better to let poetry sleep
Like the night before
BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem