Even in the harsh times of long dreams,
I never let the cup of love spill.
Like a pearl waiting for centuries inside a shell,
Or an iceberg wandering for thousands of years beneath the sea,
A star falls into my memories,
A still evening
Casts a bad spell on my untamed nature.
I do not ask the sky for any heaven;
A piece of cloud is enough to quench my thirst.
My soul is not a slave to any command.
We will drive imperialism out of this world, just as
Before I issue any statement,
My faint voices
Have already dissolved into the air!
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