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The night scattered with vapor.
In summer, all sentimentality disappears
In flower gardens, in the shape of birds
Going to catch the only transit.
Raindrops are thoughts that flash through the air
When the wind picks up, they form a handful
dead narcissus pruned in the closet.
Please wring my life dry
So that the lotus blossoms wither with the rain
Soak the wooden bones.