Die Lian Hua
The flowers are a faded red
And green apricots are small.
The returning swallows
Circle the houses girt by blue water.
The willow catkins have mostly blown away in the wind.
Fragrant patches of grass can be found everywhere like mint.
Swings within the garden wall and footpaths without.
Passers-by taking the footpaths
Hear laughter from fair ladies on the other side.
But the laughter dies away and voices are still.
Too much feeling be bothered by the unfeeling will.