1. What does the rain say
Author: Yu Guangzhong
What does the rain say all night?
The light upstairs asks the tree outside the window,
The tree outside the window asks the car at the end of the alley,
What does the rain say all night long?
The car at the end of the alley asks for the road in the distance,
The road in the distance asks for the bridge upstream,
What does the rain say all night?
The bridge upstream asks for the umbrella of the hour,
The umbrella of the hour asks for the wet shoes,
What does the rain say all night?
The wet shoes ask the screeching frogs,
The screeching frogs ask the fog around them,
What does it say, the sound of rain all night?
The fog asked the lamp upstairs,
and the lamp upstairs asked the man under the lamp,
and the man under the lamp looked up and said,
How come it hasn't stopped:
From the legend to the present time,
From the faye to the surge,
From the cornice leaks to the river and the sea,
Asked you, stupid moss.
What does the rain say all night?
2. The bleakest sound, the sweetest sound
Written by Dickinson
The bleakest sound, the sweetest sound,
The craziest sound, getting clearer and clearer--
That was the singing of the birds in the spring,
in that beautiful moment when the night will fade.
Between March and April -
Once that marvelous border is crossed,
the hesitant summer is like paradise,
almost reaching out to be picked.
It reminds us of all the dead,
who once strolled here with us,
isolated from each other, yet all the more thirsty,
the cruel spell of parting.
It reminds us of all we once had,
and now we are left with sentimental memories.
We almost wish these lovely sirens
would fly far away and leave a silence.
Ears can pierce a heart, too,
as swiftly as a spear,
but would that there were not a heart in the world,
that lived next to a dangerous ear.
3. Night Birds
Author: Nishikawa
When the waning night is ending,
what colorful birds they are,
sweeping over the city.
Their cries ring out,
They are closer to their dreams,
They belong to the happy clan,
What color are the birds,
Flying away with their secrets,
and oblivion.
The sound of leaves in summer,
The sound of streams in fall,
Can't compare to the call of night birds.
And I can't see their,
bodies, maybe they,
are just some happy sounds.
4. Poem of Death (one of them)
Author: Hai Zi
There is a kind of laughter in the dark night that laughs off the planks of my grave,
Do you know. This is a land where tigers are buried.
Just as the water ferried a fiery red tiger,
your laughter floated the river,
the tiger,
broke two bones,
Just as the river began to freeze in the darkness of the night that harbored laughter,
the tiger with a broken leg traveled down the river to my,
window.
A board on which the tiger was buried,
was broken in two by a kind of laughter.
5. Hearing music late at night
Author: Lin Huiyin
This must be your fingers again,
playing softly,
in this late night, thick with sadness;
I cannot help but have my cheeks flushed,
listening in silence,
the vividness of the strings in this late night.
A listen passes through my heart,
The bleakness,
I know, but how can I answer?
Life has long traced her form,
Too weak,
The beauty of men's imaginations.
Unless there is a day in the dream,
you and I,
came together to climb the string of hope.