In the sky, floating clouds;
On the earth, a gentle breeze.
The cool air blowing through my hair;
How can I not think of her?
The moon in love with the sea;
The sea in love with the moon.
Ah, on this sweet, silvery night
How can I not think of her?
Blossoms drifting on the water;
Fishes sporting in the stream,
Swallow, what is that you’re saying?
How could I not think of her?
Bare trees shivering in the wind;
Wildfire aflame in the evening glow.
The sun still coloring the western sky;
How could I not think of her?
“How Could I Not Think of Her”, Yi-Kwei Sze (1950)