The Girl Writing Poetry Poem by Bing Hua

Long is the journey
The wild goose flies after the cloud rosy

In fact, I'm nobody
But a girl writing poetry.

Writing a rootless white cloud
An empty sky

The white cloud flies about
Just looking for a kiss from the Sun

Vast and mighty is the Firmament
Just for hugging the cloud's friend

In the day 's warmth, the white cloud unfolds its wings
To fly with thanksgiving
In the night's coldness, the sky keeps its wound open
Filled with tears

Spring flowers will wither
Autumn leaves will fall
The only one that won't die
Is the passion in my heart

If you know me
You're the sister of my soul
If you're considerate of me
You're my lover

I'm willing to exchange with my whole life
For you.

I've lost all
But my feelings
I've given up all forlornness
But my poems

Long is the journey
The wild goose flies after the cloud rosy

In fact, I'm nobody
But a girl writing poetry.



BY Rose Lu(Binghua) Tr. East Sea Fairy