If my heart were a lotus,
From which bearing a flame of candle,
Though glimmering slightly,
I would still make it shining and be proud of radiance.
I do not care that it’s only my personal lotus lantern
That wouldn’t shine all along the rough way of life
In ups and downs; it drifts along the surge of people,
With light and shade being its inner mystery.
A flash of light, a single flower
As a canoe sailing out of a river,
It trips and falls with the wave of destiny,
Waiting for the blowing of a gust of wind,
Considered as a passerby one in the universe.
I realize the delicate living and deliberate dying,
The drifting process means
A beautiful, beautiful dream.