Blue-and-White Porcelain

On the unpainted porcelain, the blue-and-white strokes shift from bold to faint

Peonies adorn the vase, just like your first makeup

The sandalwood incense drifts through the window, and I understand your thoughts

The brush pauses halfway across the rice paper

The glaze brings the ladies in the painting to life, their charm kept secret

And your radiant smile is like a flower just about to bloom

A wisp of your beauty drifts away

To a place I cannot reach

The blue of the sky waits for the rain

And I am waiting for you

Cooking smoke curls into the sky

Across the river, a thousand miles away

At the bottom of the vase, I write in Han clerical script, imitating the elegance of an earlier age

As if I had laid the groundwork for meeting you

The blue of the sky waits for the rain

And I am waiting for you

The moonlight is lifted from the water

And the ending blurs

Like an heirloom piece of blue-and-white porcelain, beautiful all on its own

Your eyes brim with laughter

A white fish with blue markings leaps vividly across the bottom of the bowl

As I copy the Song-style inscription, my thoughts stray to you

The secret you have hidden in the kiln for a thousand years

Is delicate as an embroidery needle falling to the ground

Banana leaves outside the curtain stir up a sudden rain

The door knocker grows green with age

And as I passed through that Jiangnan town, I encountered you

In a landscape painted with splashed ink

You disappeared into the depths of the ink

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