Loyalty

Don't switch on the light,
The door of sinister has drawn in the saints,
My hand knows the way well
Like an age-old key,
At the place of your heart,
Turns and opens your fate.

The month of March is outside the door drfiting.

A few sticks of bamboo are swaying,
Somebody is from the underground diving and swimming
The snow storm is over,
The butterflies assemble again.

I follow you like pilgrim,
You follow destiny.

(translated by oswald, poem 忠誠by Bei Dao)
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