English poetry rain

Winter rain

By Shimo tr: Colas

The rain is still biting and old-fashioned.

The suffocating banana is nothing new.

The rain in Mao Mao is still biting cold and keeps ringing.

There is nothing fresh and suffocating, and the banana makes a dull clicking sound.

I bear it with the same attitude.

I keep repeating myself in my life

I endure everything with the same attitude.

Repeat myself endlessly, you see.

A hurried pace

Shoes are silent and can't walk out of the land of time.

Move forward in a hurry

Silent shoes don't cross the line like this.

This city, every street

Wet bones keep jointing.

Plant on every road.

Wet bones have no end.

The pain is uncontrollable.

Strike against the days of being corroded by fallen flowers

Oh, my pain is out of control

Fight against the days when flowers rot.