TO OUR MOTHERLAND
Time, could erode the inscription on the monument But it won’t erase the love from the bottom of our hearts
Storm, could wipe flat the wrinkles of the land But it won’t dissolve the feeling in our blood
Geese migrate with subsided wind and faded feathers Mysterious silhouette disappears in dust-faded footprints Journey of drifting Rhythms of poems follow our tails to the edge of land Ancient tunes breathe with our ever-changing lives
Lean against the bright moonlight through the window Overlook the remote shore with flickering lights From now on Let’s fold the lines of poems into pigeons Fly them into sky with songs of our hearts Carry our deepest regard to motherland |