Xiao Wei, how could one indeed not
Repeatedly feel the wonder of this world
This cosmos, so green and so vast
With eyes like yours, with the twinkle of Shengyang
The sun from the honest world of the north
Xiao Wei, over whomever one really
Wanted to meet, I must give salute and bow low
This world is full of goodness, if we
Know how to find it, and sweat the
Speechless feverish fires of passion
That break our trembling months into
Golden prosperity, we are all ghosts and memories
Xiao Wei, how to find experience
The spring blooms of our native touch?
Until the seasons grant us some joy
So free and pure that our hearts are broken
Open, in the fields, beneath the stars
With children and the legacies of our minds
That ache and aspire to repeat the experience
You may not recall the Shen river
Where we once met, I had another form then
And you were the bride of the entire world.
Wuji Seshat 