雪中吟

细雪纷飞，
划破浊雾成灰。
枯枝腐叶，
悄然银装点缀。
我心悠悠，
闲情四周徘徊。
异乡小酌，
往事纠结肠胃。

无怨悔，莫回味。
忆中身影，模糊亦破碎。
再见繁星满天，
伊人已憔悴。

轻叹也枉然，
人海茫茫，
谁在乎我一滴清泪？

English Translation:

Snowflakes fly,
cut through the murky fog,
ashes falling from the sky.
Bare branches and rotten leaves,
sudden decoration by a silver line.

My heart flows,
dissipated mood abound.
Drunk in a foreign country,
tangled in the stomach,
all the memories that never die.

No regret, no rewind,
shadows in the mind,
broken and tired.
When will I ever see the sky full of stars?
When the beauty turns into rag.

Useless is thy sigh,
endless crowds,
who cares for one drop of tears from my eyes?

About Tragedy

I do not know why Chinese play writers are so fond of tragic endings? It has become a plague. The worst of all, the person who eventually perished is always the more charming one. Can't we think of anything better than making them die? After all the hardship that two loved souls had been through (BTW, most of them were under bizarre circumstances that any person with half of a brain would be able to overcome easily, except our poor leading roles), one of them would still bid farewell to this world, wait, I did not say “bid farewell to his loved one”, did I make a mistake? No, he would not have time! How cruel is that? The play writer enjoyed torturing us poor audience, from the beginning all the way to the end. We got no break!

I am not against tragedy, however, a good one will not only make people sad, but also feel much more beyond that. When a tragedy is imminent and inevitable, the audience will accept it. What is not acceptable is a “designed” one that the play writer made it happen because of his/her own twisted mind. Sigh...life is already either too heavy or too ordinary for most people, we should not be punished again by something that is supposed to be entertaining. Or have I become too vulnerable?