THE PLACE WE USED TO PART OR MEET

Each time I revisit the place we used to part or meet

Each time I grow nostalgic and sad.

The river is overgrown with reeds and weeds

A dozen earthworms are burrowing in the grey mud

The narrow path is swallowed by mushrooms and grass

The young and old bamboos are hanging their heads in distress

I do not try to sigh lest I cry

Lifting my face tears fall from the sky.

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