English translation (AI-generated)
The soul of poetry is born in the rain;
the gravity of the earth grows within its thought.
Its light form, following the skyline, cuts a white wave across the air,
and in the instant it strikes the ground, melts into blue.
6 February 2025, in Los Angeles
诗歌的灵魂在雨中诞生，
大地的引力生长于它的思想
轻盈的身姿随着天际线在空中划过一刀白浪
在坠地的瞬间融化于蔚蓝
2025年2月6日于洛杉矶
