• 《相思樹》The tree of love
The tree of love is planted in Sorrow City,
Branchless and leafless, bleak and alone.
Flowers are the primal life of love.
Whene’er flowers droop their heads, ‘tis but because of you, sir!
Mostly when spring is chill, flowers strike no firm root.
So they are changed into duckweed and drift elsewhere for re-birth.
I warn butterflies in this world not to thread the flower-path.
Ah! Flowers are fickle in their nature.
Thus even butterflies at last can scarce awaken from their spells.
Yet, after all, love has no tree, and a spring dream no substance.