The evening sky to me is like a window ,
and a lighted lamp , and a waiting behind it .
The water in a vessel is sparkling ; the water
in the sea is dark .
The small truth has words that are clear ; the
great truth has great silence .
The clouds fill the water-cups of the river ,
hiding them-selves in the distant hills .
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows .
" The learned say that your lights will one day
be no more , " said the firefly to the stars .
The stars made no answer .
苦、若有似無的酸，和一絲絲的甘醇 . . . 」
The night opens the flowers in secret
and allows the day to get thanks .
By plucking her petals you do not gather the
beauty of the flower .
The dust of the dead words clings to thee .
Wash thy soul with silence .
Let me think that there is one among those
stars that guides my life through the dark