Hui An Girl
By Shu Ting
Translation by Newbamboo (新竹)
The wild fire is far, far away
In your amber eyes.
The silver jewelry of an old tribe
Binds your soft waist.
Happiness is not expected,
But the dreams of a young girl,
Like dandelions slowly dropping on to the sea.
Oh, the endless, boundless waves.
You were not born to tell your sorrows,
Not because they are forever gone.
When at sunset, the bamboo flute and pipa
Awaken the common sadness and grief,
You slightly bite the corner of your scarf.
In this fashion you stand gracefully,
Between the sky and the sea.
So, people neglect the salty sand and the rock
Your bare feet have walked on.
Therefore, on the cover page and in the illustrations
You become the scenery, the legend.