Sonnet 016
Laijon Liu 20160301
But my mightier way is to make peace with Time
That bloody tyrant is presiding over everything
All fortification must meet its own decay
Even the best verses will be forgotten someday
Ah, our happy hours are always short and past
Many maiden gardens deserted, slumber in dreams
A flowering place requires too great costs and tasks
Labors in rains, in heats and barren winter snows
Lines of life renews life through heavy burdens
No great poets pencil can brush over the pains
Inward worth, outward fair, be that temporal
It’s not a bad thing to rest in the eye of men
So give away myself or keep myself still
Oh, only Time knows, then let Time tell
