Soon, Song
The midnight is noisy at the riverside, and the night
When a fisherman stays temporarily.
Far away, he can realizes the riverside
Is flooded by a shower, suddenly.
The sound of waves and a cart, out of
The southern hills, far off.
From the mountain window, the spirit of a traveler
Which's called, they send it off.
(Feb.,7th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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