some spring

translated by PLS

another spring arrives timely

a peach blossom screams in the bell sounds and bird chirps

like a grand and finicky snowing feast 

almost covering the whole of last year by the waters

a breeze blows sporadically into March as thin as a rake

sporadically blows the fields, rivers and stones

on the left bank of the hometown green

even your somehow subtle sentiments

yet unable to touch the desolation and passion

born with the night

the clear time has long been lighter than March

sometimes holding up a blazing flame in an ordinary sentence

brightening the countless sleepless nights by the bank

it’s just right now the spring of my life has

yet to arrive