Wandering and seeking
Among nothing
I saw none but withering
It was the time when seasons were changing
Hard to settle myself in
A few cups of light wine
Couldn’t protect me from the night gale
Wild geese were daparting
Left a cry echoed in my broken heart
As if we knew each other long and well
Falling flowers were piling
Weak and torn than ever
Who would have a heart to pluck them from trees again?
Sitting by the window
I was suddenly afraid to face the night alone
The parasol tree stood in the drizzle
While dusk was dripping away through its leaves
My feeling in a moment like this
Nothing could tell, even the word “sadness”.