It’s been a while since I wrote a poem,
But I cannot pick it up like a fallen leaf.
I want to see the crimson dawn, the snow-white mountain peaks,
I want to create a beautiful painting for my reflection,
Where the sun flows into my frozen blood,
And the sky sketches out my wandering soul.

3 October 2022 in London

好久没有写过诗

好久没有写过诗
但我不能像落叶一样把你拾起
我要看见鲜红的朝霞，雪白的山顶
我要为我的倒影创建一幅美景
让太阳流入我凝固的血
让天空勾画出我流浪的灵魂

2022年10月3日于伦敦