Emotional Rain
Whenever a ginseng breeze blows,
Tokyo tears fall in my heart —
I have mountain village longings for distant her
My lonely home sits below sea-level blue,
my sabishi jia is sinking below cerulean water
Butterfly images on the rice paper lantern
softly sway ... gently I fall into a light sleep
My dreams float in the night Szechuan sky,
wishing for the clouds to cry
I feel the famine embrace of my phantom sorumeito —
My ghostly soulmate rests in the arms of another,
leaving me with a dearth of
barren gingko days ... only empty Yangtze pain
The air I breathe remains dry,
but my heart is flooded with emotional rain
I’m drowning on the inside,
overcome by
a downpour of internal torrential weeping
Overwhelmed by unabated emotional rain
Heavy is my Chengdu heart ... swept to the depths
of deep despair
by tsunami waves of true love loss
Never knew freedom would come
with such a soul evaporating cost
Didn’t realize being captive was such a joy,
oh how I wish I was still kept in her heart
As the morning sky starts to cry,
the rain washes away the levee pride
which my dry eyes used to hold back
All the tears that had built up in my heart
for too long
Today, my emotional rain
has washed me clean
to the far shores of hope again
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