"I am wearing out now "
The will of a Wuhaner, doctor Li Wen-Liang
Australia： Wen Zheng Zhu（ translate）
The sky over my head is still dark,
Now I’m just wearing out.
The moment when l leave the world, there，
a ferry crossing，minute in a pitch-dark, none around
At all as a company of mine, only a few snowflakes
Fall under my eyelids; as a thought silent of it
Once I make, they slide down from my eye-sockets
To the cold ground. The black night is so dark that
That makes me could-not-recall the ever-having -nights,
Time charmed by the earnest lamps. Chasing the light
Through my life, I have known my heart bright, cost me
No small effort and nothing being lighted up.
Thank you, my friends, who come last night to see me!
Thank you, my friends, who couldn’t sleep last night,
And keep praying for me!
And make me be guided but for the fragile world,
There was and is no wonder
Even for my next to kin.
I am a very common person and a little one on the rocks
One day God just chose my go-to to tell
people the truth.
I have done it with a tiny voice of my heart
according to my deeds
But soon someone Come up towards me
with their powerful words,
They say: you should not
make any stir of the peaceful world
And you should open your eyes wide
for the city’s rich blooms.
In order to keep letting all world believe
our Chinese living on in such special niceness…
With my red-inked finger on my solemn oath
I bend unto police laws:
Without more ado,
No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom,
The fate goes on and the virus in bloom:
I must shut up my mouth, and
shut my wide eyes and swear
To them who in a business-like manner---
What I have said are the fairy tells
(When I open my mouth I tell the lies)
Otherwise, be with lashes four and living death.
The killing queen with a flowery ring on her head,
Never leaves her palace for all good.
Young buds sleep in the corona virus's roots,
Be unfelt, be unheard,
And be unseen: the bloody colorful virus.
And then nobody knows what to commit inside trading?
With who’s practiced eyes
seeing that the world keeps getting
the better of it in a 21century sense；well knowing
Cream of the sorrow-joke with death proclivities
That soon has locked up all nice city-gates:
Who looks where no one dares?
And who stares where no one stares?
The evil night is nigh, whose
Lullaby bleat lambs?
Later on, God raged and the mountain hills
Horned and terrible;
I am sick and my kin sick too, as
The hundred thousand of a snowflake,
We, Wuhaner, have been left alone,
Floating on the chill air just is a snowflake.
(To be continued)