Remember the old days on the way to the district school
meet Ma Chau silk display
The country boy was overwhelmed by silk
I am sixteen years old with long hair...
He also learned the weaving profession.
spinning, silk reeling, red thread tangling
silkworm spins cocoon, pupa is in pain
all the hustle and bustle will pass...
Silk drying in the sun is thin like a dream
horse-drawn carriage whizzed past the rose bushes
The night lights are quiet on the old guard tower
mulberry branches blown away by the wind
Many decades have passed in a faraway land
city, pale smoke, moonlight
The old steps are empty and mossy
the shuttle lies still without a hand to lull it to sleep
One day someone passed by the old road
deep echoes of the sound of weaving
big brother...little sister...soul like a dream
pristine as silk just out of the frame…
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