“The riverbank is not yet a stormy place, there are others who find it hard to walk in this world”
—— Xin Qiji, “Zhehu Tian: Sending Someone Off”
Offshore, hesitating to move forward
San Francisco, the Eden of dreams
Fame washed away by the waves, until
Dust fills the edges of the earth
Laborers’ remains are completely buried
Saint Francis, your myth
Miracles born in skyscrapers, look at the
Surroundings, all splendid and magnificent
Unavoidably lost in confusion
But the architects have long been melancholic
In the damp salty air, writing letters home
Memories that are hard to share with the sea
Hastily passing by, returning home
Rowing a boat, raising a watchtower
Waving goodbye to the seagulls on the other shore
Desiring to escape the abyss of all kinds of suffering
Blooming freedom on the Baroque mountain flowers
Carrying nostalgia back on the spine of the gray dragon boat
The tranquil sea will take everything away
A drifting life vanishes at the dock
Only the dawn moistens the homeland
On the dome of the building, it is not the sky
But the beginning and end of our long life
Looking back at the past, life flourishes and dies
Not knowing how the future will be
I wish to be buried in the fields of home
(This is a rough draft for a school project)