Life

All is tears,
and death is commonplace.
All have been hurt.
Some, though white-haired, have unhealed wounds.
Some, though dead, have wounds that live.
This is life: many generations have lived it,
and many generations have died. The living, though,
will always outnumber the dead.
Every morning, in the eyes that sorrowed through the night,
the sun holds an unwithering light.
We are humble, poor, callous,
and homely. Bland,
and lonely too. And yet, we are life
itself. Thus, dear one,
are you happy; if the self is pure,
so then is life.

- Bai Lian-chun


生活

到处都是泪水
死人的事也经常发生
每个人都收过伤
有的已经白发苍苍，伤口仍没有愈合
有的已经死了，伤口还活着
这就是生活：一代代人都活过
一代代人都死了。但是，活着的
永远比死去的多
每天早上，夜里悲哀过的眼睛里
太阳坚持永不凋谢的光
我们卑微，贫穷，不会爱
也不漂亮，还平庸和
孤独，然而，我们就是生活
本身。亲爱的，就是说
你快乐；我干净
生活就干净

- 白莲春