I am a sad child
Never grew up
I came from the grasslands of the south
Go out, follow a path
Walk into the white road
A city full of gears
Walk into the narrow alleys
Shed. Every low heart
in a piece of indifferent smoke
Continue to tell green stories
I trust my audience
--the sky, and
Splashing water droplets on the sea
They will cover everything about me
Cover that which cannot be found
grave. I know
At that time, all the grass and flowers
Everybody will gather around
In the moment when the light dims
Kiss my sorrow gently
--Shu Wang