
I'm just afraid you don't love me,
It is the tip of your tongue coated with poisonous wine,
I'm going to have a drink too;
It's all you're paralyzed,
I also love you, like my pipa;
Even if your heart is as cold as the Dead Sea,
I'm going to turn into a stone, too.
Want you to give me a wave;
Even if your heart dies like a grave,
I am also willing to stand in the grass
You tomb.
Note: It was published on September 3, 1935, in the first issue of the second volume of Quicksand, published on March 20, 1937.