Prediction
There is one thing I cannot tell now:
When
Where
And how
Will I droop like a sunflower with the sunset
Before alluring chorus arises among insects.
There is one thing though I can:
The poem
The fame
And the man
Will be buried in the vast ocean of words ,
Until there appears a diver for pearls
(Translated by Wei Ma. Published in The Chinese PEN,
No.103, March 1998. Taipei, Taiwan)
