Author: Ye Saining
The farewell flowers whispered to me,
Hang your head on your chest,
It says I'll never see it again.
The face of Iraqis and the homeland of their ancestors.
Honey, what does it matter?
I have seen them; I've seen this land,
Like to accept new caresses and tenderness.
I want to accept this dying trembling.
Because I realized the true meaning of life,
Walking through the journey of life with a smile-
So I always say to people:
Everything in the world goes away and is reborn.
Anyway, someone is coming,
He has long forgotten the sorrow of the dead,
He will give it to the surviving relatives.
Make up a better song to sing.
When my lover and she are new lovers.
Listen to this song-in a quiet place-
Maybe you will think of me,
It's like thinking about flowers that will never bloom again.
1925 10 October 27th
Ding Lu translation
Maybe you will think of me, just like thinking of a flower that will never bloom again.
Honey.
I think this is a poem related to love.
I think what this poem wants to express is that I want to bury my feelings in my heart and let the people I love pursue happiness. That kind of love is forbearing and great. Just like the song "I love you very much": "I love you very much, so I am willing to let you fly to a happier place."
At the same time, I feel that I also expressed a hope to let go of this sincere feeling and find another love that belongs to me.