Cloudy Poem by Wenjun Liu

In days shadowed by dismay,
I shall learn the virtue of holding on
Even when at bay.
Life will be easier if all pieces are known.
But where's the pleasure in the prize,
When all you have to do is throw the dice.
What's lost is lost, and what loss can it be
The thing between he and I, it never is and never will be.
Stride forward, cowardly girl, proudly into a future of all-sheltering mist
Beyond a sky gray-pervading, I still believe in that sun shining.
At a day cloudy, I look up and I see thee.