River embankment

In the evening I took a walk on the embankment.

Knowing that this city is no longer that city.

It doesn't just change the appearance,

The people in the city are no longer those people. Although

Someone is still alive, after hard negotiations,

Stay in the woods of memory. I will carefully identify

What kind of trees are there, poplars, willows, and

Those little thorns. My memory narrows into a slit.

I'm nearsighted so I can see clearly what goes into what.

Time is a master, through her transformation,

Xihe has only a few memories left.

The people by the fine river do not know about the fine river.

rippling water, this

Water and that water are not even the same syllables.