World Has its Whisper of Joy

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 at night,

can remain moonlight in yesterday;

I heard that you are the light that leaks from 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 shore waiting for people to pick.

Thus I migrated with the ocean,

Asked a 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 a 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 waves and your back.

Rain slips to my ears,

I look at puzzles of the mist and your eyes.

Reciting all stories in silence,

but I still don't know.

Because there are mountains and seas in my heart,

Kiss,

like drinking a gale.