The city after you left
Should decrease some weight
The road trees forget the lovers’ footprints
Through the falling leaves along the path
The city after you left
Should lessen some sound
Music note covered by dust
Await the playing key
The city after you left
Should diminish some aroma
Can’t smell the cleaning glow after bath
Vanish the hair scent on the pillow
The city after you left
Should dwindle some colors
The lipstick and rouge glisten the woman’s dress
Can’t find the elegance that eclipsed the thrive
The city after you left
Should reduce some images
The to and fro people in tall, short, stout and slender
But none the posture in grasping the poetry and letters
The city after you left
Citizens consecutive their living still
Only I strolled often on the lawn at dusk
In your wee-hour dream a hemisphere away
The stars gaze at the early rising moon
Searching for a sleeping face in a foreign land
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