Bai Juyi
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog,
It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.
When did a short and beautiful spring dream come?
When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.
[translation]
It is a flower, but it is not a flower; It's fog, yes, but it's not fog. In the middle of the night, it came quietly from the darkness, and at dawn, it floated away in the morning light.
It comes, like a spring dream, intoxicating, but it can accompany you for a few hours? It's gone, like a fascinating cloud, in a blink of an eye, I don't know where to go.