——To the Oak Tree, my lover

If I love you

I will never be like a clambering flower down your branch,
which shows off by the help of your height.

If I love you
I will not learn from the infatuated bird to repeat monotonous love songs for you.

Neither I will be like the spring to bring the cool comfort,

nor like a cliff to increase your height and to serve as a foil to your power,

even not like sunshine or spring rain.

because those are not enough.

I must be another oak tree like you near you,
standing as an image of the tree besides you.

With the root deeply held in the soil, which is my loyal heart to you
the leaves touching the cloud in the air.

When it breezes,

we both nod heads to greet;

however, nobody could understand this special language between us.

You have your own strong branches, like knife and like sword;

I have my own red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a gallant torch,

We will share the cold current, the thunderbolt and lightning,

And we will share fog, rainbow and dew;

It appears that we are always apart yet attaching to each other forever.

That is why love is great, the purity and loyalty of which is included in it,

What I love is not only the great image of you, the oak tree,

but also the root where you stick to.