Who answered the full moon
with the kaleidoscope of tears?
A misty rose ages and drifts into the fog,
carried far by the north wind.

Where do the fallen petals go?
To the homeland in the sky.
The north wind persists,
Resounding loudly under the sky.

Lonely, quietly,
Is that wisp of smoke,
Bidding farewell to the old man asleep by the candle,
Seeking the heavenly garden above.

A rose seed,
Absorbing dew and the brilliant sunlight,
In the muddy soil,
Raises her bright red petals high.

When harsh winter comes,
She harbours no trace of fear.
The earth recovers the wandering soul,
Leaving beautiful memories behind.

25 February 2022 in London

玫瑰

月光满轮，
月下万花筒般的泪痕
北风朦胧的玫瑰，
老去，在北风中飘远朦胧

掉落的花瓣去了哪里？
去了云里的故乡
北风依旧，
悠扬，悠扬地在天底下回荡

孤独的，寂寞的，
是那一缕青烟
告别了烛边沉睡的的老人，
去寻找天上的花园

一颗玫瑰的种子，
吸收雨露和金灿灿的阳光
在泥泞的土壤里
把鲜红的花瓣举得高高

冬日一来，
她没有一丝恐惧
大地收回了迷途中的心灵，
留下了美好的回望

2022年2月25日于伦敦