For you I have stored up an ocean of thought,
Quiet, transparent, bright.
Your arms encircle the city of sleep
Of my far off, beautiful dreams.
A lamp shines faintly through a cresent window.
It is your name, changes to gold and silver silk,
That has wraped me and entangled me
With half a century.
An ocean of thoughts
All stored in that quiet city moat-
The most beautiful language,
Sounds like beautiful flower petals,
That fall and clothe my body with dream.
HSIUNG HUNG (1940)
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