When blood-red poppies
spread over the sea
the charm, the fascination
the uncontrollable excitement
and the wishful thinking
are all pressing cover the blue
with a dazzling golden color

you dive into the furnace
like a moth rushing to the light,
Oh, No! you rush to the fire sea
when the sun rises
you meet it without hesitation
and your small body becomes instantly a black cloud

　　　　Translator: BaiShui