Sonnet 24

Full soul, a crystal morning have you seen You were salt, wave, high heaven and pure eye Only me, was a sand in meadows green Nobody knew heavenly beauty sky Nine thousand-meter waterfall I ride Being joyful on my celestial face Today the yellow sad world that I hide My poor single life was of this disgrace The speaking sun I’ve married the flower The triumphant splendor star on my brow To be extinguished one life of writer With a billion of sad statues now Yet you for my lover it was disdained The rose sun in my true heart would be stained.