The Golden Wattles
When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool
Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills
The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before my eyes
Like the joyful lights beating beside the road in seam...
They are messengers of spring, coming with hope
To light up the future for me who was lost at midnight...
I clearly saw the brilliant oracle,
Somehow like the imperial-issued decree
Instructing us to be persistent,
When marching forward with dignity
To meet our lives...
She gave us the opportunities to accomplish:
The obligations stipulated in the life contract,
And picking up the burden on our shoulders...
To embark on the road of life again,
To meet the coming summers and Autumns...
Life never easily abandons people who love her
And always loves people she loves, never leaves
She loves their kindness, friendliness, and piety
with living up to each other's promises
And not changing the eternal theme of lives
Until figuring out the mission and significance
As Gifted by the Creator...
Awakened by the messenger's purpose
I suddenly see staring at the starry sky overhead
When I was walking arduously in the darkest hours
To check the mind carved by the sun and the moon
If it was ready to honor the contract faithfully
Looking back, when I lost, without explicit directions
HOPE comes with the certification written
By using the golden Acacia flowers
To brush the frost and snow on the cold road
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