The Singing of a Cricket At midnight I heard a cricket singing outside the window, pushing the wandering moonlight into the emptiness of my room. I like all the bright and empty things. They are not created, but exist like the everlasting dr ...
The empty chair stands alone at midnight, As the blind stars keep all jasmine flowers silent, Under the darkness a folk song turns on its headlight, Under the sleeping sky only snow mountains are vigilant. Something inexorably remains standing, Though it is as empty as th ...
To my sister I don’t understand time, just like that village never understood The everlasting murmuring of the river. Mom lighted the oil lamp, The darkness in the small room started to float, Reminding me again the old boat traveling across the Grand Canal. ...
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