outland poetry
acedia
忧郁.4
Cheng Wen-Zhong
Like a floating island to the
Pacific, World Yuen Wong
Fierce wind blowing, and even heart
Were quite white ice, snow
Poured, windows
Shaking, as rows of houses like
Storm, the mother
One of the world you live
Today
Blizzard is not there?
If you feel cold, just add a
Summer clothes
Despite the somewhat hot, but this world
But life in this world
Always colder day by day, and when
Come to live under the bright sun again?
Our family at dinner
Sitting around in front of the TV
See inside the vast "Eastern Light"
After all look back and tend to come out
The only guilt, mother ah
Translator: 薛舟
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