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Night Bird; Omen
A night bird had uttered ill omened cry before; This midnight, the wind and the snow blowing, I again hear the bird crying, it's like splitting. Every thing to be quiet, I'm a feeling to pray for.
Finger And Lip On A Table
Your finger on a table is shy in a faint morning light. If I kiss the finger, the wrinkles of my lip softly touch your golden downy hair, don't you feel sad for some other? Spend a night, the finger and the lip on a table;
A half apple and even the jar of honey, you, and me, and some unstable light to the side:
When I cherish your feeling in my breast, don't you want to thrust a knife into my heart for this love? Wish that I am you and you need to wish that you are me. There is also no hesitation so that the bread which is daily food may be cut;
The atrocious event unfolded with a morning table:
The heart of mine and you shed blood, besides, the finger and the lip kissed, golden honey flowed from the broken jar, light overflowed like a tear from the window, white curtain is like the skirt of a mourning dress;
The apple has sung "boy meets girl". It trembles with the premotion with the faint finger on a table.
Spring Death
Out of doors, sunlight is overflowing. The sickroom's curtain is filled with spring. Although it's warm pufflily, the spring visit Is sad on the lip of this young patient.
Don't sing that the love's sadness Hidden on your short life buds now Like the sporouting green grass.
Eyes and lips of the young dear Who dies at death should stop Regarding people as dear. Hearing spring should also stop.
The Sea Under My Palm
The sea being in commotion Under my palm, the burning sea Feeling alluring mysterious dark smells O I'll try to penetrate my finger fertility Which keeps remote ages secret still now!
Waves roll on a creek where my finger is standing on As if it seems to be angered, or to grieve Also to fly in the air O pale face of the sea! 'cause it's that both rejoicing & distress are so deep
Black algae on the shore! Don't become in brown like repentance Must be a function as tender bedclothes As the sea is the symbol of my love
Dyeing loneliness on my palm, let me go! To scatter the fertile field with seeds of hope The sea! Be well-pleased My spirit in your abysmal deep!
THERE
There, it's a wood; If spring comes, There'll be sound of flowere to sprout. Summer will be filled with scent of bluet. In autumn there's sound of leaves falling. Winter makes it the field of white snowing. Clean water is always in streaming. I am sitting down merely there.
Oh! Eden as the country. The snake is kept to lurk
Those Who Eat Sadness
If I am with you I'll become cheerful My mouth, jewel box Language will shine One after another, it'll be born; However, this is impossible love I am eating sadness In the place which you don't know Sadness comes out In succession from my stomach It comes out, it comes out Probably, a lot Was very eaten again today; I'll be suprised