A tear fell down,

Without any voice,

Through the sparkling pearl,

I can read a reserved heart.

There are too many stories,

The tear is saying,

Even without any voice,

I can hear the dark breathing.

Crying for the lives' compassion,

Crying for the broken conscience,

Crying for the compatriots' silence,

Crying for the strangers' smilings.

Crying for you

My country--- China!

Did you see,

A red plum blossom

Withstanding the snow?

That's the tear,

Waiting for the spring's coming!

Waiting for the flowers' blooming!

A Chinese practitioner
July 16th, 2001