On opening the window at a hillside hotel
I am anxious to say, come please
Let’s plunge into the sea like sunset
and freshly wake up like sunrise
At the time between the two moments
what is worth being said again and again?
No one can see each other in the dark
Our eyesight is like seawater before dawn
A word that is like a cherry
contained in your half opened mouth
An intense flame is glowing out
and demanding the concealed winter
be translated into a burning summer
Standing under a banana tree, the green hope
has to receive a cold face of the eave
Behind the sunshine smile
a thunder would crash in and hurt
Loosen the tightly held hands, letting the bird fly away
Poppy flower blooms in a fragmentized time
You don’t belong to this courtyard
but to the sky where
the sun is like a fish swimming in a blue pool
and colored clouds like lingering algae
binding to the time of childhood
The red sun of Tang dynasty, and the silver moon of Song dynasty
shining on the horses and pigeons who drink water
My memory walking across the riverside,
like a herd holding a whip,
pastures the golden hair sheep of the youth