I follow that person's jacket;
facing the wind like a black military flag.
Before dawn,
I hear her
praise for spring's fragility.
In my hand,
I hold her response in bright red--
"I was born depressed".
She only let me know.
Her heart is a dried-up well,
only birds of prey know
all of her heartache.
However, the scent of lemons
always leads me to
a park of willow trees.
Several swallows search with me
for a cheerful girl,
who always stays in a black-and-white photograph.
Although her name
is just an ancient prayer,
I still taste green apples
and my face withers again,
always yearning for spring.
In the eternal midsummer,
she wants to become the embodiment for freedom.
The sunlight belongs to her,
but I can't make out her truth.
灵感/Inspiration
Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.
Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.