Cast into the empty void the ups-and-downs of life.

Can you sense in the deep heart of the sea, reverberations...

Search within the cup’s bottom, the mirror’s heart.

Do you see a few fragments off poignat sorrows. 

Which path leads to infinity?

What poetry releases into the hesitant wind verses of pain?

Night's mist carries the country's longing,

In the misty night, the coots’ cries invoke sorrow.

Two moonlit riverbanks, a cold color of distance and separation. 

Autumn river with a dream of life like an illusion. 

Lonely wandering clouds hanging across the mountain pass.

Windy evening in a distant land. 

I walk in the wind, feeling much sorrow!

The four horizons filled with white clouds. Where’s my home?

Music notes of parting from motherland echo deep within my soul.

My life had already been in the sunset phase. 

Releasing Poetry to the wind, feeling sorrow rising. 

To where will the verses go? To which sky?

Poem of Yearning for the Homeland! Sent into the Void...

If life is a chain of poetry,

Then Poetry casts into the wind, like drifting clouds. 

Oh clouds! Carry away this melancholy.

Return to the Motherland, and release it into the old river...

In this distant land with sparkling golden threads of sunshine,

why do I hear a downpour of rain within the soul. 

I walk in the melancholic autumn wind!

Quietly calling the old street... Which horizon is my homeland?

One solitary leaf sways indifferently,

Oh leaf! Where does it drift? To which horizon by the wind...