the PASSING PASSION
...Before my eyes there was nothing but a sad past,
At the sound of falling rain I thought was your footstep coming.
Autumn leaves took turns to bid farewell to the season,
And my sad fingers collected the broken illusion piece by piece!...
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Realizing Her belovedisn't returning, the lonely poet listens to the sound of the rainand the falling leaves, dreaming of memories of the past.Thu Phong