At the backyard of house, when summer wind blows the bamboo grove is singing.
On behalf of a man, the thatched cottage stand alone and is greeting.
Though the former owner no return, his spirit's lingering on,
And I think again, the path he's lonely and painfully trodden on.
(6th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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