Women

Women
dazzling diamonds and glittering jewellery,
have won you illusory majesty..
But what's left around you is only snobbish poison,the odour of arrogance and alluring but fatal fragrance

Women
when you once again salute wealth,
hail fame and extol power,
please do not ask for the thrush which sang for you,
it has flown away because it has sung itself hoarse...
Its golden voice has perished for the sake of its real,
dignified and pure soul


I really like this poem from the taiwanese drama Meteor Garden.Actually I prefer it in chinese cause it sounds better hehe