I have a deep buried loneliness

The sun is thick

The peonies are fat

Over the hillock, huddled swans dismissed by the sky

I love pity beyond measure

The piano's whine hovers in the bass

The boiling bitter coffee

Growing cold in the parabola of light

I can clearly see

The white swan takes off the robe of the snowy mountains

In the Tibetan land, I am more empty than the sky

A Tibetan song sings over the sacred mountains

I came to the world, a thousand waters and a thousand mountains, but you were nowhere to be seen

The peony is in full bloom

If you fail the time, I carry a lifetime of loneliness

The sunlight is as thick