He's going again, hard to keep,
Each time when holiday is near,
To a land where nights always creep
In dreams of smog year after year.
He goes to pay a kind of Debt,
That's what she intended me to hear.
He owes her, he should not forget,
I owe her too, now I've him near.
Sept.16th,2013, Mid-Autumn Festival.
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