The pale moon shines alone on a heedless soul
A few spring blossoms drift through ink
Coming home again, even dreams feel real
Looking back on life's tribulations, I smile at the mortal world
Before the flower mirror, I sketch on a light touch of makeup
The ink is still wet, and my brush has just come to rest
Ten miles along the road home, I remember Jiangnan
When worldly ties have faded, only the sound of Buddhist chants remains
An assignment for a writing class in 2013.
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