The Last Day of the Year
Alone, staying awake till the wee hours, like Tu Fu,
I'm startled how years and months fly like shuttles.
A dim light shining aslant on my side-lock threads,
my fortieth year will pass as the morning comes.
I'm startled how years and months fly like shuttles.
A dim light shining aslant on my side-lock threads,
my fortieth year will pass as the morning comes.
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