Winter crows finally piece together Night: a black map I am back -- returning always takes longer than straying longer than a life
Take the heart of winter Spring and honeyed pills are the words of Night when Memory barks wildly rainbow looming over the dark city
The fire of father's life dims like a bean I am his echo When I turn at the street corner for a date an old sweetheart dissolves into winds revolving with letters together
Beijing, let me Toast with all your lights let my grey hair guide you Through the black map leading you fly like howling storms
I line up to the small window That’s closed: oh, bright moon i am back -- reunions are always less than farewells only one less
