Go fish the sun
Beside the Shenzhen Bay...
Cast the rod
beyond the shore,
pull it back
bit by bit.
Hook, cuts out a notch,
on this burning orange sun.
It’s a soft-boiled egg
the salty yolk is still warm,
with the hot steam, which you named cloud
around,
dripped into the lake from the sky.
the sky, the lake, the two pure blue tablecloths
had been dyed with the lovely yellow
from the egg.
Fisherman lost his patience,
He suddenly reeled in the rod—
Sun is dragged in the lake.
Take the boat to salvage,
the fallen sun,
disappeared,
only left behind, the salty taste lake water.
Here's the initial version that I wrote in Chinese:
