CHINESE SPRING – Poetry, by Xiao Kaiyu

SPRING – By Xiao Kaiyu

“Call me, life!
Just as I call you, heroic!
Let me go down well.
Spring! That stuff!

I hate the intelligence clear and talkative.
I hate the old hypocrite,
most insidious of young hypocrite,
enters the life, huh, life, in a lie
as it gives the love!

Time slips beyond repair in the jar of honey.
Its rich contrast,
my secret developed intimacy
flights mourners.

To proceed winding streets between mountains.
And here, I free.
Ah, a faux pas! I want to leave.”