A sorrowful cloud
Grows madly in time
Finally falls into a well
On a full moon night
A string of bubbles rises up
The water
Black as ink
Along with the pains overflow
A man
With a tender gaze
Scoops her out of the well
And fills it with gravel
As the church bell tolls
A pink flower bursts into bloom
And a green vine creeps around the well
By Rose Lu (Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
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