I never throw a piece of paper arbitrarily,
But always keep it, keep it.
I folded it into paper boats,
And throw from the ship to the sea.
Some of them were blown to the window,
Some of them were moistened by the waves in the front.
I kept folding dishearteningly.
I hope one of them could
go to where I want.
Mum, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised by its sudden appearing.
It was folded by your dearest daughter with tears.
Passing via waters and mountains,
Beg it loads
her love and sadness back.
Chinese original: 27 Aug, 1923
Last translated: 2 Feb, 2008 |