Fairone Yu·Fallen Flowers Flying in the Skies
By YE Mengde
The fallen flowers, making a flight
in the skies, have sent off the wind and the rain anew
From early morning till this moment, I do,
I do have noticed the yard has gradually been covered by blown-off flowers lost hue.
Up there in the clear and bright sky,
I can only see, oh, coo,
the restless and drifting gossamers float and fly
low and high.
Once we toured before the flowers pretty,
Hand in hand we once travelled, made many a tour.
Once we had many a quickie.
Oh, my dear. There’s no point, nor
need for you to knit your brows because spring comes back nevermore.
Rue not, nor sigh.
Now the booze is over. With friends no more,
I feel helpless nigh,
and sorrowfully sob with eyes dry.