May,
in transparent veins,
green blood cells swim…
May is just this kind of living thing.
May strolls naked through the streets.
In the hills, it breathes in golden hairs.
In the wilderness, it sings in silver light.
Just so, May wanders unseen.
Zhan Bing (詹冰)
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