失去的传统

好像一根
被遗弃的竹笛
当山风吹来的时候
它会呜呜地哭泣

又像一束星光
闪耀在云层的深处
可在它的眼里
却含有悲哀的气息
其实它更像
一团白色的雾霭
沿着山岗慢慢地离去
没有一点声音
但弥漫着回忆

The  Lost  Tradition

It is like
a forsaken bamboo flute
which will sob
when the mountain wind blows up

Also it is like a thread of starlight
twinkling in the depths of the clouds
But its eyes
appear a bit sad
Actually it is
more like a mist
leaving away slowly among the mountains
without any sound
but full of memories