Wearing a glove, <br />Cause the other of the pair is lost, <br />So you are naked, <br />in one hand. <br /> <br />Write one article, <br />Pat one child, <br />Cook one gorgeous dinner. <br /> <br />Keeping the trousers, <br />But nothing on the chest. <br />Cause the weather makes you tempered, <br />Crazily. <br /> <br />Unseen on the legs, <br />Seen through on the hearts, <br />Half-seen over the skins. <br /> <br />What do you want to hide? <br />Then it could be hidden. <br /> <br />Bearing the innocence, half of it. <br />Suffering from righteousness, half of it. <br />Trusting the truth, half of it. <br /> <br />We are divided into halves. <br />Then half-naked would be an exquisite decoration, <br />Like a half-bloomed dead flower.<br /><br />Wang Qian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-naked/
