一
Thousands of years later, I am still waiting here
I gradually realized the vicissitudes of life
There is a kind of beauty called despair
There is a kind of sadness called no regret
Every time I think of the person who planted trees
My heart is in turmoil
Afraid of thunderstorms, yet eager for a thunderstorm
Thousand years of wind and sand, bruises all over the body
The trunk gradually turns into soil and becomes the scenery
The new branches are still guarding the roadside
二
I am just a tree
The years have witnessed my helplessness and grief
I only have a short life
Waiting for your casual look back
People see only the scenery
Just a tree on the roadside
People will pass by indifferently
Who can hear that sigh in the years
I miss the first planting, when the breeze comes
Gently swaying branches and leaves. Like a boy reciting poetry
But now, I don’t have the courage
Let you see my embarrassed appearance
三
I once had a beautiful tree facing the wind, but now
I can only maintain my original intention
Like a rainbow in the sky. The cycle of seasons
What changes is the appearance, but what remains unchanged is the memory
The quiet years have changed my branches
Even the image. I said to myself countless times
Be sure to keep your most beautiful look
Photo album sealed in youth
The young man doesn’t know what it’s like to be sad and falls in love with the upper floors
Now that I know all the sorrow, I can’t stop talking
Every time I read this, the corners of my eyes always feel sour
(Huang Wei)