Trees of pomelo shed their tattered leaves Each time the snow-cold air begins to blow Rouge gumamela petals just won’t grow In piercing drops of silver rain that grieves. Oh, younger have become the solemn eves And yet, the poisoned waters cease to flow The knitted cogon threads lament like crow In want of traceless dew for thirsty sheaves. Too jaded is this life I lead today, Obscured by haze of my own solitude So sad I go for you’re away from view Even lovely music shortens its stay. This parting never does me any good; Home isn’t home unless I am with you.
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