春天——露水——哀愁。消退的暗露之潮

spring—dew—sorrowful. The dark ebbing waves of dew

拍打并碎裂在冬末海岸，拧出

landing and crashing on the late winter shore has wrung

我们迟来的泪水。光芒依旧这般明亮，

late tears from us. And yet still light has such brightness,

春光却无法理解自己的哭泣。

and spring light cannot understand her own weeping.

她将云层破出孔洞，雨水紧随其后

She breaks through holes in the clouds and the rain follows

如纤细的灰线

as thin grey threads