Mooring by MapleBridge At Night
2020-06-10 本文已影响0人
小妮子的人生日常
At moonset cry the crows,
streaking the frosty sky;
Dimly lit fishing boats'neath
maples sadly lie.
Beyond the city wall,
form Temple of Cold Hill.
Bells break the ship-borne roamer's
dream and midnight still.
