Ma Chau

I remember you, the silk torn at my heart in the land of Ma, the ancient river's waters draining dry on both banks, love and affection like silkworms from another land, I sit here silently on the Silk Ferry...

I remember the days long ago, the road to the district school.
Meeting Ma Chau, silk fabrics displayed
The country bumpkin was overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of silk.
She was sixteen years old, her hair flowing like clouds...

He also tried his hand at weaving.
Spinning, threading, tangling red thread
The silkworm spins its cocoon, its pupa suffers a painful fate.
The hustle and bustle will eventually fade away…

Silk, dried in the sun, is as thin as a dream.
The horse-drawn carriage sped past the dusty pink hooves.
The night lights dimly illuminate the old watchtower.
Mulberry branches are blown away by the wind to countless places.

For many decades, I have been away in a distant land.
The city, faint smoke, the moonlight
The old steps are devoid of footprints, covered in moss.
The shuttle lay still, untouched by the hand…

One day someone passed by the old road.
From the depths, the sound of looms echoed.
Big brother… little sister… my soul is like a dream.
pristine, like silk fresh from the frame…

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