Many have translated this Bai Ju Yi (772-846) poem as “A Bloom Is Not A Bloom”, but I translate it as
Flowers They’re Not
They look like flowers, but they’re not.
They look like mists, but they’re not.
They appear in the middle of the night,
And are gone by the break of light.
The spring dreams come,
like transient joy;
And leave like morning clouds,
no-where to be found.