Book Reviews of February's Rose

It’s My fault There aren’t blurring tears Nor hesitating tones On the writing paper Just my fault between all the lines. It’s my fault Your passion in a few words Inspired the frail’s tiding love But you mailed a two-page letter To write off my craze for you for so many years It’s my fault A pure white flower Let you squeeze out an icy wind from between your teeth to blow it yellow And a happy night pigeon Let the scornful smile at the corner of your mouth still it After my sharp pains Your slow self-accusing letter comes, sparing no ink and words, except compunction To heap praises on me Do you want to package your image at the end Or do you want to seek for forgiveness Comparing to the frankness of the muddle-headed I dislike the evasion of scholars It’s my fault I’m a hot wind from the equator But you are an icy snow from the pole One is ever hot But the other is ever cold I live busily to Breathe in oxygen And breathe out carbon dioxide Without

Maybe Maybe that short message Is a symbol of farewell and adieu Maybe love and like in the past Have turned into pains of loathing Maybe love and loathing coexist Loathing curses my love While love drinks my weighty Salty teardrops That drop down unachievable dreams While inches of time are wasted for me Maybe I regret the meeting of you and me And rejoice that we didn’t tie the love knot Maybe this moment you say I’m worthless But another moment you will praise my firmness and unyieldingness Maybe you want me to feel guilty by staying single lifetime And hope to have a lightening wedding with the one better than me How I cherish and value those Who loved me! I can have a thread of relief Only when you’ve got a piece of new green. By Bing Hua (Rose Lu)  Tr. East Sea Fairy Maybe                            也 许 冰花  也许　那封短信 是永别的象征 也许　昔日的爱悦 化成了恨的伤痛 也许　爱恨同在 恨　诅咒着我的爱 爱　又为我吞噬着沉重 咸涩的泪珠 滴着不能实现的梦 寸寸金时又为我虚掷 也许　悔恨你我相逢 又庆幸和我未成 也许