Dai Wangshu's poem Noctuidae.
The full text is as follows:
Around the round light of the candle,
The moth dances in a pitiful cycle,
The fallen immortals of many fragrant countries don't remember,
Dead insects, dead leaves.
Say that this is a family member who is taking a nap,
fly over the mountain and the cloud tree,
to comfort our misfortune,
or miss our dead,
forced by memory, and leave the silent night platform.
I know that they are myself,
because they cover my shadow with big colorful velvet wings,
and
keep it in the dark.
this is just for a thought, not a dream,
just like the day I became a phoenix.