The mountain lily

Standing still, blossoming in silence
This fragrant mountain lily
Silently blooming inside my heart

Nobody knows of its existence
Or its whiteness or purity
Only my traveler who drifts from town to town
In her solitary journey, will
Smile and often think of it

山百合

與人無爭　靜靜地開放
一朵芬芳的山百合
靜靜地開放在我的心裏

沒有人知道它的存在
它的潔白
只有我的流浪者
在孤獨的路途上
時時微笑地想起它來

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do you think my grandfather had insight about my innate personality in giving me my chinese name? i reckon it must be that. only now did i realise i am this lily that i have read many times in my xi mu-rong book...