River South Spring
a free self-translation by the author
The lonesome encompasses me unawares,
I face the inevitable meetings and departures,
I shall persevere, though not with the certainty I once envisioned.
A dedication I long to inscribe, yet it dwells within my heart.
Perhaps then, loss may return, transformed.
A narrative warmth spans the thousands of miles separating us.
Twenty-four days stretch before me, as boundless as twenty-four years.
Will you remain at the place we planned to rendezvous, awaiting my return?
Should I awaken in this realm, I shall slumber in another.
Just like the wind, I have traveled from Byzantium back to the moor.