The gale marshals the enemy's flags,
An order Golden Star aired and spreaded everywhere,
Love and hate are biting the same apple,
The age on the ladder,
The dream of nation retrieval.
The hero raises his hand high and occupies the night sky,
The crown handstands on the bitumen inside the mirror,
I close the door of parole,
Rejecting all the future witnesses,
That is the moment I enjoy my prime dignity.
The risky flames,
The unfamililar ashes.
(translated by oswald poem 缺席by Bei Dao)