Thoughts Poem by Bing Hua

I hold the water-like tenderness
In my hands
Lest it trickles through my fingers

I hug the sun-like warmness
In my arms
Lest the sun moves away

I keep the breeze-like caress
On my body
Lest it disappears with the wind

I arrange the flower-like love
In a vase
Lest the petals wither

I hang the moon-like longing
On the window lattice
Lest the Moon creeps into the clouds

When I lower my head
sadness flows out of the keys of my piano



By Rose Lu (Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy