Tonight, while rain drums on the rooftop and a sodden moon broods behind the mountains, I’m inundated by remembrances and sighs of regret. In my mind, celestial bodies cower before each thunderclap, then retreat into dark vastness; but here and there I still perceive a hopeful glint that instils in me a brighter thought and buoys up my emotion. As long as loving memories may stroke the heart--though my evening star burnt out its light and the now charred wick no longer holds a flame, my hope will always strive to search out that orb; for even its shadow might reflect my absent dreamland. |
