Road dead
　　Think of those head cold
　　People into the soil
　　A week ago
　　Also the spirit of times
　　Walk on the earth
　　Now, he has
　　Lying in the soil
　　He advocated fate can be changed
　　But can not change their fate will eventually die
　　Now
　　Turn off all the time thinking of students
　　Lying alone in a cold six feet deep underground
　　And the rhythm of sadness
　　He built the graves of those who
　　One evening coming
　　All go down the hill
　　The lights of distant residential areas
　　Faint flashes alone
　　Now this is nothing to do with the dead on the world
　　No matter how you cry
　　This person will not hear
　　Xue Zhou Translation
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　　Come into this winter birch forest
　　For those who can not sleep at night people
　　Dark and quiet
　　Birch
　　Standing empty
　　Crow group to avoid the cold
　　Hidden somewhere in the acting
　　Time in the nether
　　Recall the days gone by
　　Evoke memories of childhood
　　Difficult to live in a pale tell Yanyi
　　Birch
　　Unable to shake
　　Even if the outside is the dawn
　　Where the edge
　　Seemed endless shaking only to exist in the
　　Long birch in that one place
　　Entangled with each other body
　　The long standing position repentance and bothered
　　Come, then, to this winter
　　Birch in
　　Riding on the wind beyond their own
　　Naked, do not wear a dress
　　If you want to see live and breathe the ubiquitous own
　　If you want to feel the regrets of their own sobbed
　　That thrill of soul
　　If you want to sense the living and the dead
　　Try to get
　　Today, traces of life no longer
　　Stable way
　　Xue Zhou Translation
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　　Close Self
　　If you tired of dark, heavy sky
　　So, shut the door
　　If you do not love will not say love
　　So, shut the door
　　Closed, all
　　Grew up in their own fault Landang
　　Sensational smash the bones again
　　To make yourself stand again
　　To provide one new
　　In my name, the contaminated ground
　　All Clear All
　　Seeds dark womb
　　After all, would one day be opened
　　In order to continue to exist which
　　Then, close the self-
　　Xue Zhou Translation
　　(_Select_ translated "Korean Literature" in 1994, 5,6 combined issue)