Hovering at a set height
Can’t you ever descend?
Even the pheasant or the muzzle
Can’t change your pride?!
For the land beneath your wings
You flap to stir the elements
And carry the stars on your back
You can’t hear the calling of forest for a long time!
The nest in your heart has collapsed
Due to a sudden muse from some spirit
After dancing excitedly
Who can hear
Your criesin pain and despair?
Ah eagle rather than being a sad idol
Hovering lonely in the heaven
You can come down
To be a real big pheasant!
(Tr.Zhu Yue) _________________ 李长空博客
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