In the profound silence of the morning, I walk alone in the park,
A momentary breeze,
Becomes mountain mist, morning dew, and a curtain of ice,
Blending everything into a stark white snowfield.

I see the leaves trembling on the tree,
Are they fearful of falling?
Or is it the suppressed spirit of winter,
Finally seeking release?

16 December 2022 in London

深寂的清晨，我在公园里独行
一瞬息的风，
是山雾，是朝露，是冰幕
将万物融入了白皑皑的雪原

一片片叶子颤颤巍巍，
或许害怕被摇落？
亦或许是冬天压抑的精神，
终于要寻求解放？

2022年12月16日于伦敦