Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp's Light

A poem by JingQin /Tr. by Lily

He's never cried

And already let the dark night

Slip off a paper white

For many times

The autumn wind instantly blows off

The light of a lamp

While my heart is still barren

And lit with a shame

By the name of faintness

From those verses

Release

The souls of the dead

How much flame

A poet's body could ever have

When burning

It whines as Xun's wail

Some beings

Settle down

In the lit starry sky

With a smile he walks up to

That gust of wind

Which is going to ruin him