Ghosts Roam the Mountains and Seas at Night

I walk through the mountains on a rainy night.

I gently gather the breeze as I wander through the mortal world.

I neither forgive nor speak before the bright hall's mirror.

One step at a time, I cross the courtyard.

Don't speak too soon. If you can't let go, thoughts of parting will soon be gone.

Looking back on decades, all that's left is a page of writing and a line of tears.