The former Soviet poetess Zvetayeva's To You One Hundred Years Later

dear

Where shall we meet?

In the ancient Jiangnan alley

Or in the far northwest

at that time

I will still send you a bunch of poetic roses.

Or holding a handful of salty snow.

My eternal tears after a hundred years.

A hundred years later

dear

Can you still recognize me?

Among the stars of the old century

The one who will never fall.

at that time

Can you still see my luster?

Call me across the galaxy

Fly to your constellation

Ah, a hundred years later

Who can gently brush away the dust?

sit down

Read these old poems curiously.

Who can imagine?

What kind of love is this?

What kind of deep soil does it come from

Bloom the flower of destiny

A hundred years later

Who can understand;

Love is pain.

This is a long night full of endless thoughts.