An Ming-ming
Opening
an umbrella
There will be
A sunny or rainy West Lake
Opening the West Lake
There will be
A real or dreamy story
Opening the story
There will be
A delighted or resentful fairy Lady Bai
In her eyes
Falling down
Are those straight or slanting rain drops
Ah West Lake
She is a pearl left by God in this mortal world
An umbrella
Collects all the legends about her
The waves shining for thousands of years
Are held in the hands with the umbrella
So
When opening the umbrella
You must be careful, most careful
Lest God will know