One by one to the deceased friend Zhang Hong (fifteen)
Spring I'm listening
Bees' words to flowers
Words of sunlight on trees
The words of rain on green leaves
The words of thunder to the earth
Men's words to women
All ears are listening
All lips are in speech
I have nothing to say to you
Because you can't hear me
I can only speak to the sky and to the earth
Say to the sun and rain
Let them all tell you
The sunshine in my heart has turned into rain and dew
Turn into dirt and teardrops
In front of your green grave
Gently wave
2004-3-31 In Changsha Yatang Village Old House
