English translation (AI-generated)
If I turn to frost,
in the furnace there will be my ardent reverie;
that thread of shadow rushing toward the sky
will be my liberation into freedom.
If I burn,
in the firelight there will be my melody;
at the horizon, a single red glow within the massing clouds
will be the wandering that is mine.
4 January 2025, in Los Angeles
如果我结霜，
火炉里将有我热情的遐想
那一缕奔向天空的影子
将是我自由的解放
如果我燃烧
火光里将会有我的歌调
天边的，那阴云密布里的一道红光
将是属于我的流浪
2025年1月4日于洛杉矶
