what I don’t want, you can take all of them away,
The rain which will float to the other place, and the freely swing illusion in the rain.
What I only want are these front magnolia trees,
The bud of the natural inwardness, and their peace of never hostility.
Whenever you pass the flower bodies, the earth keeps groaning from early morning till midnight.
The magnolia trees get lighter and lighter, till only be shell bodies.
I saw these shell bodies running in the rain,
I saw, but you never.
No thinking, no minds thinking alike, even no any respect to the trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed reading it. Very nice analysis by a poetic mind.