SONG OF MAY

Comes from the blue Jay---

for him, the wounded sky no longer gray

~ ~ ~

Upon the soft pillows of hay

Spring Lovers lay---

your perfect feathers dance

in the everlasting ray

O, 我的小妹

Come away

Come away!

Never too late

to learn how

to fly!

O, 我的小妹

五月的你－－

嗓音如此迷人

歌声那样

娇美！

作舟'06