Wind, you truly have your ways,
Though formless,
You announce your presence at my door,
With falling leaves and the scent of flowers.

Well, I have my ways too,
Though I can’t write splendid chapters,
I consider myself a poem,
Riding on leaves and fragrances,
Following you to the ends of the earth.

4 June 2020 in London

杂诗

风，你可真有办法
虽然没有形体，
却靠着落叶与花香，
敲开我的大门
宣布自己的存在

那，我也有办法
虽然写不出华丽的篇章，
却把自己当成一首诗，
乘着落叶与花香
伴随你走到海角天涯

2020年6月4日于伦敦