I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.