Reminiscence

A deserted night
The blurry moon spreads its dreamy light.
Stand still in the loneliness
Remembering my old hamlet
Staring at the far distance
Tears strolling down, filled with remembrance

Oh, there’s my native country!
Where my beloved mother stands waiting at the door
Her son is now far away
Night after night she stays
Calling his name
Tears stream down her face.

Another spring is here
Alone I reminisce the warm springs we shared
Love and remembrance,
I send to my motherland
The four cardinal points
Are of my tearful soul


March 12th, 2003