Desire

I want to lie down under the mulberry tree,
Trapped in those fleeting memories,
In a late and calm afternoon,
Adoring the blissful airy spring,
Gazing at the tranquil yon orange dusk,
Littles asleep in the soft breeze.

I want to lie down on the veined branches,
Curled in lingering nostalgia,
With a striking resemblance,
In those sparkling watery eyes,
Sinking in the dimness of the night,
Flying away in my vivid dreams.