Your only dream, the most delicate flower bud
In the garden, was firstly picked by a person as a Prince and hurriedly praised
Your tenderness above all proudly faded
In the sunset, you bloom alone
Your eye-catching shine encountered a destined drawing board
It was collected by a pair of eyes in the past life. You’ve fallen in love
With a dream within a dream, the desolate night can only reinforces
Your desire for the painters’ hands, however
Hurt is also here: when the fatal hands slowly move away
And quietly pack up the picture — not that he does not know
He will cover one epic love with dust between time and space
... Until another loving hands weigh broken air in them
You can slowly awake from the death, as if
This isn’t the painters’ hands which will treasure the vanished dream in a lifetime
Translated by Sophy Chen 2016-03-01 Guangzhou, China
第一次见中英合璧的诗人！