What the heart-coupled bridges tie is the hardships of tomorrow and the fascination of today
In the deep of the ripples unnumbered
There must be scenes that nobody ever visited
If not, why the willow mien is thickly hazed
If not, why the water grace is deeply misted
And if not, why your brows are tightly knitted
So close each other on depend
The Couple Bridges silent
But neither opens to the other the door of heart
The Broken Bridge
In the shimmer of the clouds and water, I will await you for another thousand years
In the shimmer of the clouds and water, the wind and snow sweeping the Broken Bridge has already got
older and older
Into the frosted South, I am holding an umbrella
The willow mien along the Su Causeway is with days flooded over
The encounter at the Isolated Hill is eroded by the running water
The Broken Bridge is set in the millennium legend from the teller
Where the stories between you and me, in time meander
On the bridge, I always wonder
When we meet once over
Will you call me Honey as ever
And will I recognize you, Susian, my lover
The Two-dozen Bridge
The Two-dozen Bridge is still standing, while your vertical flute tune is vanishing
The river is running through the bridge shadow, and once more such a distance near drawing
Making you rise with the moonlit waves once again as on the bridge the vertical flute playing
Yet, in the deep of ink, this life and the previous existence is veiling