For Wuhan 武漢 Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

石頭本身在吟，雲在哭泣
冬天的雨帶來了一連串的眼淚

黃鶴樓仍然屹立，卻空無一人
柳樹和櫻花盛開到空虛

在褪色的燈光下，家庭的應許在哪裡？
沿河聚集的霧氣變得難以滲透？


The stones themselves are moaning, the clouds are weeping
The winter rain brings a cascade of tears

The Yellow Crane Tower still stands but it is deserted
The willow and cherry blossoms bloom to emptiness

And where is the promise of home in the fading light?
The mist gathering along the river is becoming impenetrable