Bauhinia Along the Road

Bauhinia quietly blossoms against this season She is too soft The season is too hard She is too young This season is too old Her pink face In the fight against coldness of winter Her little body swaying in the exhaust and noise of city Sunshine she's stored for half a year In the rest of the half she insists in exhibiting the most beauty of herself No matter dry or rainy days No matter winter or autumn She has the right to choose when to blossom and where to wither A petal is on the rise Followed by the fall of a leaf Hoping is better than sighing After a windy night She stands on tiptoe along the road like a promising bride