Poem
Sheng Xing
spring is here, but nothing's any better
spring is herebut nothing's any better
the man beyond cure cannot change
the fact that he will die
the unbeautiful woman
is another year older
now that's what I'd call "adding insult to injury"
someone who waited and waited
finally went crazy
unable to stand time's endlessness
someone who lived for lust
wound up hopelessly sick
all because of the remorseless agitation
to someone who's weighed down with depression
jokes are a complete waste of time
and to an idiot
earnest advice is a complete waste of time
when someone well down the road to disaster
comes to a precipice
he throws himself over
without the slightest hesitation
© Translation: 2002, Simon Patton
SPRING IS HERE, BUT NOTHING'S ANY BETTER
© 2002, Xing Sheng
From: unpublished
From: unpublished
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spring is here, but nothing's any better
spring is herebut nothing's any better
the man beyond cure cannot change
the fact that he will die
the unbeautiful woman
is another year older
now that's what I'd call "adding insult to injury"
someone who waited and waited
finally went crazy
unable to stand time's endlessness
someone who lived for lust
wound up hopelessly sick
all because of the remorseless agitation
to someone who's weighed down with depression
jokes are a complete waste of time
and to an idiot
earnest advice is a complete waste of time
when someone well down the road to disaster
comes to a precipice
he throws himself over
without the slightest hesitation
© 2002, Simon Patton
From: unpublished
From: unpublished
spring is here, but nothing's any better
spring is herebut nothing's any better
the man beyond cure cannot change
the fact that he will die
the unbeautiful woman
is another year older
now that's what I'd call "adding insult to injury"
someone who waited and waited
finally went crazy
unable to stand time's endlessness
someone who lived for lust
wound up hopelessly sick
all because of the remorseless agitation
to someone who's weighed down with depression
jokes are a complete waste of time
and to an idiot
earnest advice is a complete waste of time
when someone well down the road to disaster
comes to a precipice
he throws himself over
without the slightest hesitation
© 2002, Simon Patton
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