当花儿，
在没有月光下，
的自己的影子里，
沉睡，
我，
却在花儿盛开，
的梦里，
苏醒。

When the flowers,
are sleeping，
in their own shadows,
of the moonless night,
I,
am just awakening,
in the dream,
ablaze with blossom.

//Can you see the shadow of this poem? I have written the hidden questions, i.e. who has become the shadow? Or is the shadow a tunnel to meet ourselves in another World?