By the bridge over Qin-wei River,
Wild flowers and grass had grown over.
In Black Shirt Lane, nothing much differed,
And at the entrance it was the same sunset ever.
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Black Shirt Lane and black swallows now finding their way to ordinary homes...is this about the the end of threat and the arrival of peace?