Frosty cyan melts to green,
a rise of new wishes and lives,
sudden-turns to a practice of pranked poetry,
a rehearse shadowing murderousness.

Sea goes to ebbed,
duel on the crest,
violet sky stagnated though to horizon,
earth lied in silence,
waiting for her caress from the sky.

By now the territory is revived,
storm striking and thunder crashing,
fault going back to the origin,
iteratively unveiled during the endless pilgrimage

—— Xue Jun