If I loved you,
I would be absolutely
unlike the trumpet creeper climbing upon your body
with lofty branches for a display.
If I loved you,
I would absolutely
not follow a silly bird way
to the green shadow repeatedly singing an old story;

And also not just like a fountain,
Yearly contributing you with cooling fan;

And still not like a peak of danger
to have you higher
in an awe-inspiring manner;

Or even to flaunt your daylight,
Or your raining at spring night.

No, not enough with the above lines!
I must be like kapok standing nearby,
Along together with you as a tree, not as a vine.
My root must penetrate into the ground tight;
My leaves reach the clouds under the sky.

With a gust of wind, we must say hello
as a respected manner, but no humans know
What we are going to show.

You have your trunk with branches strong as iron, or like spear, sword you sharpen
and also halberd weapon.

I have rich red flowers tied
seemingly with a deep sigh,
And also like a heroic torchlight.

We should bear cold air, tempest, and thunder;
We should share fog, haze, and rainbow together,
as if we were never separated from each other,
depending on each other forever.

That’s a great love,
The so-called inflexible virtue must be like this:
Love
Not only love your great body but your heart,
And still the firm ground as an organ part.