Storing many years of waiting
Gambling with my neighbors
I bet my descendants will team up to come
This year they won’t miss
Nurtured in my arms, my children
will bring baskets
a vintage, a fresh food
After the sun awoke up
Moss-paved paths rang
Oh, my heart bounced eagerly
(The sun skewed…)
Gripped by thousands of my yearn
I saw tides come and go
Burning swiftly, the ghost of money
was temptation; was grey happiness
Scattered over my neighbors’ chest
where weeds were pulled out
Rowed out from my veins
My children didn’t come
Shards of rain seemed to cry
•Qingming Festival is the East Asian lunar holiday .
it usually begins around 4 or 5 April and ends around 20 April.
Dduring these days, relatives gather in graveyard to worship their ancestor.
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