Sonnet 054
Laijon Liu 20160408
Beauty is beauteous, like a flower
Because flower blooms till its withering
Facing the sun and early April wind
Smiling in the rain and first winter snow
Every bloom is beautiful, it embraces life
And with its unique color sings to death
Its delicate fragrant bones shiver in dews
Yet bravely opens its heart, offers its soul
When leaves and bough wail at their loss
That their crown blazes into pieces
And falls into the bosom of Earth
Some old sweet spirit still does dwell
Beauty exists in a flower, it holds life
And its sweet bravery lasts in remembrance
