A Boy and A Girl Climbing a High Gate on Fanyu Lu
The two of you gripped tightly
Vowing for the top
Unimpeded by the strange nature of your footholds
Brass, twisting like flowers and dragons, flowing in on themselves.
The years will go by and this gate will grow
So high you might think that you can’t reach the top;
You’ll say you can’t find a foothold in the tangled mess,
But even then you still can.