I fell in love
With your black hair, Ping,
But have no real concept
What it would mean
To kiss your milk-white shoulders
And perfect neck.
Mysterious life
Of deities and benevolent ancestors
Will guide me to a Shanghai street
To gaze at women
In pursuit of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An eloquent offering penned by a poet worthy of the name, . As always, Sandra