The Cure Poem by Wang Qian

Mind dancing along with the rhythm,
Higher and lower,
Like the tide roaring,
Like the flower blooming,
Like a man fighting against death,
Like a baby breathing,
Like an adult sighing,
Like a clown chewing the blood stained over his scar.

Clouds floating in the dark sky.
How many lovers get lost in their way.
How many friends haven't the messages from each other.

The mountain around shout back the low depression of human.
Green trees once rooted in the deep soil,
But dying now.
Is anyone digging the grave for them,
Or someone offerring them a good coffin.

For the dead trees to sleep sound.
The trees produce,
The insects breathe,
The natural air,
Once is totally belonged to us
Was stolen by others.
Promise does not matters,
Faith can't be the last thing left.

Children are calling their mothers.
Adults are crying for the past.
On the road,
Animal's corpse lying on the side.

Let God cure us.

- when i listening to the rock band ' The Cure '.