After the initial day of spring passed by, at night in dark,
the breeze turns mild, after a long time, many gather in the park
At the taverns, the people off work, sit and share laughter and cheer,
Beyond the brightly lightened windows, joyful voices we hear.
(Mar.26th,2024. Kinsley Lee)
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