The sun shines on a fall afternoon the grasses sparkle brightly,
No return, the young guys from the world are lying eternally.
The period which they're lodging there outdid their life-span, it's passed,
While a bird on the tower building hovers and flies at last.
(12th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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