May Flowers Poem by Bing Hua

May Flowers




Strangeness, familiarity

Remoteness, intimacy

A distance hard to express clearly



Better wander in the strangeness

Let me read you in my dream

From spring to winter



Better fly in the remoteness

Let me gaze at you across the shore

From dusk to dawn



In fact, what I want

Is the familiarity in my dream

And the intimacy in my poem

If even such breeze and cloud are forbidden

Then I don't understand the distance between life and death



Admiring you while standing atop the cliff

Is there a place for me to retreat

The sea conquers the streams

If it's not man's desire, it must be God's will



See the flowers of May

Bathing in the tearful rain

Will the blossoms in rain still be as beautiful as in the beginning?

A couple of colorful butterflies dancing in the storm

The teardrops of May flowers are playing a melody



By Rose Lu Translated by Yuntian