English translation (AI-generated)

The lone wild goose flies south; the yellow flowers remain,
drifting and swaying, tottering and trembling.
Green leaves flutter; the yellow flowers remain,
and under the sun
they smile brilliantly — smiling out their sorrow.

Whirring, swaying in the wild wind,
they tear their roots free and fly to the ends of the earth.
With no time to bid the homeland farewell,
in an instant they pass the familiar hilltops,
and from this day swear never to walk in the footsteps of those before them.

30 April 2022, in London

孤雁南飞，黄花依旧
飘飘荡荡，摇摇晃晃
绿叶飘飘，黄花依旧
在太阳下，
灿烂地笑出悲伤
 
野风里呼呼的摇荡，
拔根而起飞向天涯
没来得及告别家乡
只在顷刻间路过熟悉的山头，
从此发誓不再走前人的步伐
 
2022年4月30日于伦敦