$DUSK $GNS $BAT
Fine grass and a gentle breeze line the shore; a tall-masted boat rides alone through the night.
Stars hang over the vast plains; the moon surges as the great river flows.
How could my fame rest on my writing? My post, I suppose, I must leave in old age and illness.
Adrift, what am I like? A lone sandpiper between heaven and earth.
Fine grass and a gentle breeze line the shore; a tall-masted boat rides alone through the night.
Stars hang over the vast plains; the moon surges as the great river flows.
How could my fame rest on my writing? My post, I suppose, I must leave in old age and illness.
Adrift, what am I like? A lone sandpiper between heaven and earth.
