Hope the World is in Your Fingertips

I heard that you are a new Irish bagpipe,

the sound comes from the distant morning;

I heard that you are the lake that is undulating in the night,

can remain the moonlight in yesterday;

I heard that you are the light that leaks from the wings' of

a white gull when it leaves the beach,

just stay for a moment and then disappear;

I heard that you are a pale shell covered with sand,

sleeping on the shore waiting for people to pick.

Thus I migrated with the ocean,

Asked the transparent whale. Has it seen you?

It says that the water that reflects your figure will have a fine wave;

Thus I wandered with the haze,

Asked the Red-billed raven. Has it seen you?

It says that the sunset that shines on your side face will slightly ripple.

You are wearing the nihility,

Stirring four seasons.

Clouds pass over my hair,

I can't figure out the surge of the waves and your back.

Rain slips to my ears,

I look at the puzzle of the mist and your eyes.

Reciting all the stories in silence,

but I still don't know.

Because there are mountains and seas in my heart,

kiss, like drinking a gale.