Arctic Song Poem by Min Zhu

To the north of the north
In the sunshine beneath the sun
There are tundras above the tree line
Covered with little anonymous flora

Oh this white flower
Its scent gone with wind
In an afternoon of the early summer
Like the girl in memory
When you pronounce the name
Her silhouette just disappear

Above the arctic circle
Where Yukon runs to the end of land
Where there's no more dawn and dusk
Human silently withdraw from the stage
And a northern tale unfolds
In the gaze of a polar bear