Pearls live in tightly closed clamshells.
in nobody-troubles-to-read poems I remain.
As the seed of hope lives in black earth,
I dream happiness watered by rain.
Sand-Washing Waves•sober Up
Sand-washing Waves•Sober up
By LIU-Yong（about984ad—about1053ad） Tr. East-Sea Fairy
The moment when I sobered up off the influence of alcohol in the cold night,
a breath of wind distressing and drear
You Are My Only
If I have to drop one
between hell and paradise
I’ll choose hell to go
and leave paradise to you.
O, fish, if you swim to my home town,
please give my parents in my name a call-on.
O, Wild goose, if to my home town you fly,
On Her Pillow Her Black Hair
By CAI Shen
Up on her pillow
piles her long black silky hair.
I'm not flame if you don't come.
I'll consistently grow old
and quietly die out
if your eye doesn't pick me.