Spring

SPRING

Green flame flickers across the grass,
Aches to embrace you, flower.
Struggling from soil,
Flowers stretch,
As warm breezes bring sorrow, or joy.
If you're awake, push open the window ,
See how lovely are the desires that fill the garden.

Under blue sky, bewitched by eternal mysteries,
Our bodies lie tightly-clasped, twenty years old,
Like ceramic birdsongs;
You are enflamed, curling again and again,
But unable to find a final destination.
O light, shade, sound, hue¡ªall are stripped naked,
Enduring pain, waiting to enter new combinations.

春

绿色的火焰在草上摇曳，
他渴求着拥抱你，花朵。
反抗着土地，花朵伸出来，
当暖风吹来烦恼，或者欢乐。
如果你是醒了，推开窗子，
看这满园的欲望多么美丽。

蓝天下，为永远的迷迷惑着的
是我们二十岁的紧闭的肉体，
一如那泥土做成的鸟的歌，
你们被点燃，却无处归依。
呵，光，影，声，色，都已经赤裸，
痛苦着，等待伸入新的组合。