A kite highly hovering above the Fen
Waiting for the moons shadows
A land of slant truth
Afraid of vigorous force
And people who can swallow sorrow

So what happens now
With hidden truth

Love affairs do not last for long
And floating life is too strong to be fleeting
We all learn to watch the setting sun
As the windy mist floats over a lifeless
Lancang River

As moments stand still
The Tianshan Mountains
Knock against the stars
And proclaim ‘I am truth’

And still more than once
I seize the passionate beauty in the universe

But that was a time
When grayed haired poets
Would look up at the autumn moon
And truth would be satisfied.

Now it is nothing to those who have won or lost
And there is no Himalayan height.