English translation (AI-generated)

The shadow of a dream comes to land;
the morning paths are studded thick with dew.
The frost has not yet melted away,
yet the green grass is already spread with warm sun.
The faint film upon the path —
a screen of ice, a mist of frost, a cool and clear touch.

If you would find the heart of the earth, the moment is now:
the rippling grass gently plucks the melody of the land,
flowing over the plains, flowing over the glaciers,
plunging into gorges, passing through seas,
then merging again into your rippling shadow.

Go, burrow into that soft green embrace!
Go, look at yourself in that mirror of blue!
It turns out the mirror of Hyde Park holds not the you of now,
but the you of the future — the free you,
wandering here, setting sail here,
growing old here, here dissolving into blue.

12 January 2024, in faraway London

梦的影子着陆
清晨的小道上粘满了露珠
霜还未消尽，
绿草已铺上了暖阳。
小道上淡淡的荧幕，
是冰幕，是霜雾，是清冷的触摸

如果你想找到大地的心，就是此时
波动的草地轻弹着大地的旋律
流过平原，流过冰川
投入山峡，穿过大海
再融入你波动的影子里。

去钻进那绿色柔软的怀抱里吧！
去朝着蔚蓝的明镜看看自己吧！
原来海德公园的明镜里没有现在的你
但是有未来的你，自由的你
在这里流浪，在这里起航，
在这里终老，在这里化为蔚蓝。

2024年1月12日于遥远的伦敦