Classic Poem

A gentle wind after the rain stirred,
the grass thickets still wet with dewdrops, the cobweb shining like a rosary;
in the sky to the east hung a slow rainbow,
and we stood, silent. Silent!

Ah everything remains the same. You were then
looking up at me. Because I had nothing to do.
(Though I loved you)
(Though you loved me)

Again a wind blows, again a cloud moves.
In the bright, blue, hot sky, as if nothing had happened,
birds' songs echo, the colors of flowers are fragrant.

Upon your eyelashes too, a small rainbow must be resting.
(But you no longer love me,
I no longer love you)