UPON MY PALM
Please let me feel the sunlight on my palm.
So tenderly it will build up my grace.
Please let the sunlight cover all over my face.
Tho' bright it may be, surely makes me calm.

How can I bear this anguish, taking balm?
Oh, give me comfort that I will embrace.
Did God create the cureall just in case?
Could I be brought out by reading a Psalm?

I'd run and run o'er field and sleep 'n the mow,
Then drink refreshing water in a brook.
And gaze at white clouds in the azure sky.

I love the sunlight dazzling on my brow.
I still have strength to love Thy nature. Look. I never, Father, never want to die.

AN ANGEL'S ARROW
When an angel's arrow was released
To the sparkling sky of the young planet,
A silver light of an aesthetic romance
Poured upon two adolescents' innocent hearts.
Youth is just once in their life.
Knowing a tragic tenderness may come to them,
The angel couldn't resist against
The natural growth of glowing love
As a red, red rose is ephemeral,
Yet its beauty and refinement
Nobody could imitate.

THE NIGHT RAIN
From the sparkling lines of the night rain
A girl's smiling face
Appears like an instantaneous mosaic.
The melancholy rain taps her mother's shoulders.

Having flown down to find some food,
A poor tired sparrow goes back to her nest
Only to cover the crying nestlings with her wings.
The melancholy rain taps her wet feathers.

THE CATARACT OF GOLDEN LIGHT
The thunder echoes far above the sky.
The cataract of golden light would fall.
As if all nature, God's creatures, sing,
Our natural creativity shines.