A Series of Nonsense
Lin Huiyin

Like the lilac tree, several branches of red apricots,
Believe that my heart is full of words,
Entwined with many leaves, the silent green,
Days and night, longing for the blossom in May!

If you were May, blowing the rosy clouds in the sky
Across eight-hundred miles for me, in the coming spring,
I would surely turn my face back, forgetting shyness,
Pour out a cluster of my nonsense, all before you!