Author: Wong Lei
Translated by Dido
It is said that every village has such old man
Never turn out the lights and
Never close the door until the wee hours
Get up early at dawn, keep silent
Waiting for the sunset for decades
The straight legs become crooked timber
Until lose hope
Until lie in the grave
Waited and waited
Could not get the descendant come back home
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