(1)
How clear are you,
O rose, rose carved in rock,
Like a hailstorm hard.
I can really scrape off the color on the petals
as if
the color is sprinkled on the rocks.
If I could break you,
I could break a tree.
If I could move,
I could know a tree,
I could break you.
(2)
Oh wind,
plow through this heat,
cut through this heat,
Split it into two sides.
The fruit cannot fall in the thick air
:
The fruit cannot fall in the heat,
This heat
The pear tips are swollen and smoothed,
The grapes are swollen and rounded.
Cut this heat,
Plow through this heat,
push it down both sides of your
road.