Fragrant flowers fell to dust when the wind stopped.
It's getting late, but I'm wearied of dressing my hair.
Things are the same, but he is no more and all is over.
Tears fall down before I speak.
They say that spring at the Twin Creek is still enjoyable,
So I plan a boating over there.
But I am afraid that the tiny boat on the Twin Creek
Cannot carry so much of my woe.
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This is very mournful, Chao cleverly developes a feeling of hopelessness in this (also in other pieces of hers) the tiredness of everyday rituals without him with her. She also shows the world around her still enjoying life as she had once, the final line delivers so much sorrow it will haunt the reader long after leaving the page.
Andrew
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