Why do I have to live
with such a sorrow?
The autumn trees
ascend to heaven
like those birds.
And I feel like a stranger, too
But where is it, my heaven?

Under the bunch of stars
that fell from welkin’s basket
old shadows come alive
and people melt in vastness
we call earth.
That emptiness lives in my soul.
I’m endless stranger, with no home.
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