The Tomb-Wood Poem by Kinsley Lee

1.
The smoke of the battle swept away and the deep vales,
On the Sunny place at the deep vales,
The long time with storming, the unknown tomb-wood,
The unknown tomb-wood
Have missed the childhood friends and the hometown at far away,
And in every joint, having borne the mosses and leaned to lay.

2.
The musk deer's crying echoes in the moonlight
To echo in the moonlight, on at night,
By the feeling of loneliness it have wept and tired,
The tomb-wood have wept and tired,
'Cause it's painful the old days' naive memories,
Graining after graining, the sadness have been piled up as the stones