Xiang Jun | 湘君
I vaguely remember the river flow that day,
The pale water waves beat the boat.
One canoe goes by
Like the lingering sound on the vibrating strings.
River is just the reflection of time,
Bright glass windows tremble in the wind.
Persimmons on the branches change from
Red to green, again green to red.
The forest is screaming, the thunder is roaring,
When swans turned to the seventh mountain range,
The wind blew the waves,
I think of a seed in the garden that is sprouting.
Yellow rice has been waiting in the pot for a long time.
The tomatoes fell and awakened a sleepy dream.
Earth shakes, everything breaks,
How many days and nights are awakened.
The fog in the morning is just like it used to be.
The timing will never come back.
Wandering in my heart is only one way to be free.