Chapter 22 white bird

white bird My dear, I wish we were a pair of white birds on the top of the waves! The shooting star is not yet gone, we are weary of its brilliance; The sky hangs low, the faint light of the blue star in the morning light Awakened a ray of undying sorrow in you and me. A trace of sleepiness escapes from the dewy lilies and rose dreams; O dear, don't dream of the shooting star's flash, And dream not of the blue star's twilight lingering in dew: May we turn into white birds on the waves: me and you! Countless islands and shores of Lake Tennan haunt my mind, Where the years will forget us, and sorrow will come no more;

A moment away from the erosion of roses, lilies and stars, As long as we're two white birds, dear, in the surf! translated by Fu Hao To his heart, tell it not to be afraid Be still, be still, trembling heart; And remember the wisdom of old: Let the winds, fires and floods hide the man, he faces The wind that blows through the stars, Trembling with fire and flood, because of him Not one of the lonely, majestic bunch. Translated by Yuan Kejia