By Jing Rong Yang
Translated by Mayflower

The cloud’s mother is that river
To whom it turns into rains of tears
down spattering
Whenever it wants her

The river’s mother is the ocean
Towards whom it surges with not even one pause
Echoing in the waves a song of longing

The ocean’s mother is the endless
starry firmament
To whom the waves like to mumble
whenever looking upwards
And the tides like to take it home

Oh, my longing, like the cloud
like the ocean, like the starry heaven and the long river
To the boundless firmament
I call upon mother

The ocean quiets down the waves
In the tranquil darkness
A crane flying across the starry
heaven

杨景荣