Pour up the Glass with Miss
By. Han Xiaobo(GuiZhou)
Tr. Chen Mo
Standing in front of the window
Outside ,thousands of lights are twinkling in the shade
Among the dim distance,
the snuggling shadow once in the path
has swallowed by the darkness
No news is there relating to
perhaps only a picture is flying in the air
A sound is lingering in my ears
It is my miss that can not be driven off
Ferment such yearn into cacacia wine with my temperature
Pour up the miss then drink the feeling
Such alcohol diffuses through my whole body
Growing in each cell and flowing in every blood vessel
None corner is blanked
In a daze, footsteps resounds again in far space
