The butterfly is flying over a lake,
Distant fragrance silent beam;
A black silk ribbon
Around the neck of heaven.
It dances into a way of love,
Where love is light like a paper lantern,
Chasing the skin of the sky
Hiding the luminous moon.
Petals on every inch are flooded
By a tamed river,
Summer takes away Winter.
A strong rosy invasion,
Trembling to obliteration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem