Willow leaves dance outside my attic
- Poetry of Zhu Shuzhen

Willow leaves dance outside my attic,

seem to try to keep the spring staying,

but the spring just flits like an unfaithful lover.

Catkins of willow trees drift in the wind,

i feel so sad that don't know where they'll fall.

Little cuckoo flies in the green forest,

even she doesn't know how i feel,

she still weeps for my endless yearning.

I toast to this later spring but it's soundless,

suddenly in the twilight,rain drizzles on my heart garden.