There Is No Spring for Me
I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles
and fallen leaves
for too long and too far
I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey
in the first place
The cicadas' love songs
are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing
and singing
around their sweet daisies
But there seems to be no spring
for me
Maybe
if I keep trudging on
I'll come across
a peach village
embraced by a winding cool brook
before the sky is painted
pitch black
Maybe not
When the Afterglow Is Most Amazing
If you'd like to grace
my humble place
please do come
in the morning
but please
never in the evening
for
how can I
hold back my tears
to see fallen petals
everywhere
just when the afterglow
is most amazing
and beautiful
Living like a Green Sapling
Living like a green sapling
deep in a valley
I'm afraid
I'm forgetting about the world
or the other way round
I'm not very sure
yet I still have a pen
to write down many a dream
on the clear water surface
of a winding stream
I've Been Sitting Here Waiting
I've been sitting here
waiting
and a noisy brook nearby
has been babbling
for an entire afternoon
yet no sound of footsteps of my love
in the mist
A wood of whispering pines
keep whispering
her name
over and over again
turning one lonely summer afternoon
into eternal despair
She's gone
with the summer wind
nowhere to be found
leaving only a forest of cicadas
chanting the blues
Walking Toward You on a Typhoon Night
In the darkness outside
the torrential rain keeps stamping
on the canopy
the gusts howling like ghosts
fierce and hungry
running for easy preys
on the flooded streets
I toss and turn in bed
feeling uneasy
for I'm caught up in this small lane
Hence
I sit up and write down this poem
I long for you all the more
though I can't see you any more
How I wish
you could read it now
but I know
Maybe
in your sweet dream
I'm stepping into the storm
against the high wind and walking
toward you
on this typhoon night
In the Season of Sunshine
In the season of sunshine
I am singing for you
like singing for the season
of May flowers
coming hand in hand
with April showers
Now, it's right time
for romance and poetry
and here you are
filling the garden of my life
with cheerful beauty
You're a delightful rainbow
more colorful
than all the flower petals
I Have to Say Goodbye Now~~Revised
I have to say goodbye now!
I have to go with the summer wind
to find out the meanings of life,
to see why
there are so many flowers on earth
as charming as you!
When you miss me,
you might as well
take a look at those wandering clouds~~
Floating like them,
I'm traveling everywhere.
If you happen to see a shooting star
on a darkest night,
you'll know it's my life
short but
leaving a delightful trail of light!
If You Were a White Cloud
If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be a green mountain
lying flat on my back
gazing admiringly at you
up above my head
night and day
Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
for there's a little brook
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf
If you ask
what I'm worried about most
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn yourself
into tears
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet
but I might miss you
for ages and ages
before
running across your reincarnation
once more
Revised
I Shouldn't Have Missed You So Much
Azaleas are blooming
here and there
on the hill
though I can still feel
the early spring chill
I'd like to pick a pure white one
for you
to put it in your hair
But where are you
I shouldn't have missed you
so much
in the first place
for I know
you're nothing but my echo
I'm not Narcissus
but I'm wasting away
for the same reflection
all the same
What's Wrong with the Weather
Yesterday
it was still breezy
now it's snarling and growling like crazy
And the day before yesterday
it rained like cats and dogs
all the way
if my memory serves me right
nothing seemed all right
How can I expect a sunny tomorrow
now that I'm fed up
with so much sorrow
Feeling like a Hermit Crab
When I was still a kid
as small as you were
I wondered why
you always carried your house
like a tiny tower
on your back
wherever you traveled
Later on
I realized
it was your borrowed shelter
in the sands of time
beside the ocean expanse
When migrating birds
start flying south
it dawns on me
we're not much different
Like them
we're just taking
a seasonal journey
without a permanent home
We're Ready to Migrate Again
You often stand alone
in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
swaying gracefully
at a small lane
forgotten by the world
And I
I'm constantly tumbling
on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
and I've forgotten the world
In the season of Zephyr
we're ready
to migrate again
but where's our future shelter
Maybe we'll settle down
in the same pasture
Maybe not
So let us pray
fate will bring us together
in the long run
When September Has Not Yet Come
A faded yellow eucalyptus leaf
is falling
in the early morning
when the air is still crispy fresh
It simply keeps falling
without any breeze
not on the flowery meadow
a few meters away
but on the hood of my car
in a parking lot
when September has not yet come
In the Season of Daffodils
It was in the season
when daffodils were in full bloom
that we came across each other
Like two trails
once crossing each other
now you've gone your way
and I my way
While the leaves are changing
colors and fading
my heart is getting colder
I haven't thought of you
for a long while
let alone dreaming of you
Since it's impossible
for us to get together again
why not let our story drift away
with the summer dream
