I went back to my hometown this morning.
The muddy road, caught in her shoes, was muddy as the rain fell.
Coldness shatters the illusion.
The faded purple color of the sim flower from my sister's hometown has worn off.
Fragrant like jasmine petals
Who knows what tomorrow will bring when she leaves this foreign land?
Three seasons of dry land, sister.
Wishing you a peaceful journey home.
Ask the weeds by the dike
Ask the river, ask the bamboo grove, ask yourself.
I love you, my dear, like a wave lingering.
Holding back a few petals of dark purple water hyacinth
I went back to my old hometown and wandered around.
Standing silently before the village well, lost in thought.
I made a promise to send my sister this poem.
I'm here, and I'm waiting for you, sister!
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