I Heard Music At Midnight
By Lin Huiyin
It must be your fingers again,
plucking slightly such a deep sorrow,
at such a deep night;
I can't help flushing on my cheeks,
and listening silently,
to the passion of your harp at night.
A tune is passing through my heart,
I can understand, but how can I deal?
Life has depicted her life style for long,
just a beautiful illusion of people.
Unless one day in a dream,
You and I
come together to pluck the chord of hope.
From 'Selection of New Moon Poems' (September 1931)