Steeping in Loneliness
By Xiaoli Liu
A single chimney is standing there.
The wind is passing it by,
With a secret smile.
Nobody will pay attention or,
Care about kitchen smoke,
And fading shadow.
The petals are falling with wind,
Adornment in deep autumn,
Sleeping with dust at last.
Scene was held up yesterday.
Wheelchair and body were held,
Watched kitchen smokes going away.
The falling leaves are playing a sad song.
Be back to Jiangnan in dream.
Only wild goose can be depended on.
Not willing to be pressed in tiers and tiers.
The blooming snow lotus will,
Never give up and in.
Pick a piece of soft cloud.
Peel coldness off,
Send it from eyes to heart.
Special story of memory is ,
Sealed in the blood,
With everything in the world nothing