Who has Hai Nan's poems and had better have them translated?

Hai Nan's latest poem-Sad Black Elk (Part II) 2008-08-24 09:57 Piano Scale or Chopin. I fell in love with retelling the splendid summer flowers day and night. If you step on the piano scale, you will see Chopin. In his short life, he has been surrounded by "nocturnal walking" and he has been confined to the scale. Where are those people who repeat their love and thoughts day and night? The road from Warsaw to Paris is full of fog. George sand took Chopin to the southernmost tip of Balearic Islands. In the castle where they live together or love each other, waves roll every day. Where are the people who repeat compassion and sing for life? Climb the piano steps and you will see Chopin walking on the waves. His fingers are as charming as the dark night sky, as bright as darkness, and wander like darkness. Where is the ethereal person who retells the sadness of love and life for me? Walking up the piano steps, I will fall in love with the immortal Chopin. On June 65438+1October 365438+1October 0, 2008, the black elk lived in a dark cage at midnight. The black elk finally closed his eyes and began to play music. Those wheat pipes with singing and glittering lips inserted into the starry sky instead of long flutes. Hainan's latest poem-Sad Black Elk (Part I) 2008-08-24 09:56 Sad black elk, those damn memories killed me ... those midnight news, with dewdrops slightly dissolved and a little crystal clear and beautiful emotion, those midnight leaves slipped from the winter rain and inadvertently suffocated my heart. Those damn memories intoxicate me. Those words I kept betraying were only given to a man who gave me an episode. He stood in the ups and downs of the southern wilderness, how proud he was, how vast the damn words were, and how clear the raindrops adjacent to the vast mountains outside the window sill were. Breath how intoxicated with those damn love, killing my loneliness and sadness at midnight. Now, I look up, those silver-gray bad feelings, those banks that imprison breasts; How sweet are those crystal lies? Q: Is there an explanation? Or the literal meaning of this poem?