After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back
one's grief, but
the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety.
pestilent Chiang-nan no news arrives of the poor exile. That my
should come into my dream shows how constantly he is in my
thoughts. I fear
that this is not the soul of a living man: the journey is so
When your soul left, the maple woods were green: on its return