我们相逢

We met

在鸟的

           under a shower

歌雨中。

of bird-notes.

五十年了

           Fifty years passed,

爱的时刻

love's moment

在这世间

           in a world in

如此短暂。

servitude to time.

她那么年轻

           She was young;

我吻着她

I kissed with my eyes

睁眼时

           closed and opened

她已满脸皱纹。

them on her wrinkles.

来吧，死神说

           'Come,' said death,

选定她作

choosing her as his

舞伴跳

            partner for

最后一曲。她

the last dance, And she,

一生

            who in life

如鸟

had done everything

优雅从容，

            with a bird's grace,

此时微启唇喙，

opened her bill now

一声惋叹

            for the shedding

轻如

of one sigh no

羽。

            heavier than a feather.