Four Gentlemen

I've never known
you will appear like
ink and wash painting to me.

I won't symbolize
Chinese art anymore.
I don't care about spring
and the refined beauty of these flowers.

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Don't you know?
Those Orchids will not return anymore.
And you will regret
that you let
an impressionist painting
be the
glossary of your life.

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Don't come back
when you tire
of counting the petals
of those Chrysanthemums.

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Leave that Bamboo behind,
and watch the unfolding of seasons...

alone.

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Watch those
Plum Blossoms weep
because you are incapable
of being
the harbinger of spring.

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Forgive me,
I didn't know
the Chinese art inside me
would sever.