Cherish The Memory of the Heaven
Today I would like to thank the world that looks like the hell.
It makes the fire that cherish the memory of the Heaven burning
it reminds me of the precious fruit of the sweet golden tree.
Those palaces and towers swirling music from outer space,
those giants whose bodies are limpid and happy,
those oceans are blue cocktails,
those rivers are the nectar of the soul;
However those mountains float in the sky like clouds, layer upon
None of stone has no transparent smile.
The wind pass through the body and sings mysterious words.
None of flowers will wither,
as if old sun is both eternal and young.
translated by Yuanbing Zhang
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