The Song Is Not over Yet

To the oak tree If I love you—— It's definitely not like a climbing flower in the sky, Use your high branches to show off yourself; If I love you—— Not like an infatuated bird, Repeating monotonous songs for green shade; Not just like a fountain, Bringing cool comfort all year round; Not just like dangerous peaks, increase your height, Set off your majesty. Even sunlight, Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, Standing with you as an image of a tree. Roots, clenched in the ground, The leaves blend into the clouds. Every gust of wind passes by, We all greet each other, but no one, Understand our words. You have your brass branches and iron trunks, like a knife, like a sword, Also like a halberd; I have my red flowers, Like a heavy sigh, And like a heroic torch, We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, the thunderbolt; We share mist, liulan, and hauni. As if separated forever, But they are still dependent on each other for life, This is great love, Here lies the constancy: love—— Not only do I love your stalwart body] I also love the position you insist on, The ground beneath your feet.