~ One Fine May Day ~ 五月的一天

Of births, I have seen a few,
Of deaths, so I have too.

When Death he comes at the witching hour,
My soul to claim, thus do I weepeth.
Yet plain as plain for all to see,
My eyes, though full, cry not for me.

But for the children, and those who be,
Who smile, and play, and dance with glee.
In a future where hope stays fast asleep,
Yet hope it is, that covers my feet.

When all else is gone, and darkness looms,
In the far between, In the maddening gloom.
A sound it carries in the light of spring,
A birth of a child, and the laughter it brings.

I lay awake in the day/night betwixt,
In a dream without words, and sorrow it seems.