I have a lover-
I love stars in the sky;
I love their crystal;
There is no such strange god in the world.
On a cold evening in late spring,
On a lonely and gloomy morning.
At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm—
There will always be one, ten thousand stars!
I showed my honesty,
Give love to the star of tomorrow,
Whether life is illusory or real-
Is the earth inside or outside-
There are always stars in space!
After Xu Zhimo returned to China, he was very unhappy to know that Lin had been with Liang Sicheng. He unfolded a piece of manuscript paper and handwritten a letter to:
I sat alone on a rock halfway up the mountain,
Look at the white clouds transpiration in front of the mountain peak,
An unknown little sparrow,
Laugh at my lost soul.
White clouds soar in pieces,
Reaching into the boundless distance;
But in my narrow heart, ah,
But it condenses this tragic fog and gloom!
The bright morning light reveals that,
Wasting the green island-like front peak;
Like phosphorescence between graves,
I have a flame of stars in my chest.
But this dim, weak Mars,
Illuminate the wreckage and embers,
Although this is a mockery of traces,
But as time goes on, it will continue!
Xu Zhimo sent Tagore back to China, but got the news that Lin had gone to the United States with Liang Sicheng more than a month ago. He was lovesick and dreamed that Lin became a bride, so he wrote a poem called "Nightmare":
I dreamed about you ... Oh,
You look haggard! ——
Holding flowers, shy as a newcomer;
I'm angry, I hate your ingratitude,
I can't stand your fatigue.
Why are you ungrateful? I asked loudly,—
But the noise of the festival eroded my anger,
Why did you betray the alliance? I asked loudly again,-
Green light shows the tears on your cheeks!