Sonnet 005
Laijon Liu 20160219
Time is a spaceship that carries birth into death
An indestructible line that joins its beginning and end
Blooms please eye, wither imprints mind
Even ancient pines fade as perfume in a bottle expires
Busy stage traffic, jammed scheduled dramas
Your lifetime’s devotion on the Globe also demolished
Lonely writing nights, cold winters and summer heat
Not half day leisure muse or family time
Generations praise your works, a golden touch
New wine into old wine bags, Explode Blood! ha ha! Blood!
Your sonnets great classic, and how modern!
Beauty’s effect only exists in remembrance
And your children, where are they now?
While the whole world is touring your plays.
