I raise the curtains and go out
To
watch the moon. Leaning on the
Balcony,
I breathe the evening
Wind
from the west, heavy with the
Odours
of decaying Autumn.
The
rose jade of the river
Blends
with the green jade of the void.
Hidden
in the grass a cricket chirps.
Hidden
in the sky storks cry out.
I
turn over and over in
My
heart the memories of
Other
days. Tonight as always
There
is no one to share my thoughts.
by Chu Shu Chen (c. 1200)
おたんじょうび おめでとう ございます, 洋子さん.
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