A quick note at dusk

Fallen leaves accumulate under the trees

Dried reeds topped with white snow

In the soggy dusk

The only way is to curl up in a swaying rocking chair

Waiting for the darkness

I can only write this: Time is like a speeding carriage

banging and banging. Many times

I just sit and sit and sit

Watching the twilight and the night coming

And the wind, sometimes very close to me

Sometimes far away from me

It brings the frost, the snow, the deepening tiredness

It brings some love, loneliness that cannot be erased

The broken strings of the harp, the tardy chimes

(Forgive me, I can no longer bear to mention eternity)

Life continues to be depicted. What I want to say

All will come in the night