even-then
after so much disaster
i can save some fallen leaves
i become greatly devoted
to the grief for you
the stream also complies the night
i go to put on the lamp
with the soil that is brought up
within a unbound fountain
i can see in every drop of tear
casts anchor the domestic boat
would the pink letters
also fall down
when the cold-wind blows
there has been
so much storm
so much rain
wouldn’t any history of them
be penned down
