Paul Celan
The unfrozen ice and snow on the ground.
Say goodbye to playing for the first time in more than 50 years.
I walked honestly along rivers and streams.
See the devastated land when it rains.
She gently tore at the colorful clouds and wiped away the tears in her heart.
Smile, give everything on the earth moisture and peace.
Trees, grass and deep valleys in Enze Shan Ye.
The trees went through those hard days.
Also slowly stretched out the brokeback and waist pole.
Facing the blue sky and colorful clouds, withered leaves are shaken off.
When the spring breeze swept her face, she gently held her breath.
The brave bird flew.
Kiss the blue sky and colorful clouds and sing the beauty of spring.
Hehe, the trees are also clamoring.
They also want to spread their wings and fly like birds.
They also want to move freely like birds.
God, flying is a happy prospect.
There is no free choice but to wait for the arrangement of life and death.
The tree doesn't want to meet the same fate choice again.
You should dare to surpass yourself and re-understand the meaning of life.
Yes, idealistic dreams are just self-consolation.
And the reality of you can't escape the cold reality.
The trees are thinking silently about what they are waiting for.
Clouds floated away from their heads and birds came and went in a hurry.
I am eager to be free to choose and fly one day.
Maybe this is a wonderful and melancholy dream that we didn't expect.