Standing in the Evening
In the yellow dusk I stand alone before the Buddha hall;
pagoda tree blossoms fill the ground, cicadas fill the trees.
Each of the four seasons brings a pang to the heart,
but something special—the sadness of these autumn days!
pagoda tree blossoms fill the ground, cicadas fill the trees.
Each of the four seasons brings a pang to the heart,
but something special—the sadness of these autumn days!
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