A silent climb
up West Tower
A silent climb up West Tower while
the moon looks like hook,
The deep courtyard of the wutong tree,
Locked in the peace of autumn chill.
Cut, but not fully severed ties,
Chaos still lingers in my heart,
This lonely feeling, full of sighs,
A bittersweet taste, from us apart.
So I'll cherish this moment, all alone,
And let my thoughts and feelings flow,
For even in solitude, I've grown,
And found a peace, that only grows. |