leaves fall
with dusk rain
playing the red strings
and singing alone
flleings are shown
but there's no one to talk to
it's meaningless
to cultivate myself
and forsake the sea of sorrows
the carriages of eminent men
can often be heard
outside the door
green peak and water
won't last long
sigh
too much sentiment
brings sorrow
no more so than when
the autumn wind and moon
fill the courtyard
unfortunately my room
is close enough
to hear the hours cried
every night
i sit by the lamp
waiting while my hair
turns grey
