Classic Poem

Colors of the country, powerful river,
thoughts without an end;
we climb this mighty tower and gaze,
leaning into space.
Cloudy mountains on both shores
in our wounded hearts;
falling snow, solitary city
in our tear-filled eyes.
After illness, my whole life
is like a shedding tree;
troubled times — and all my plans
float off with tumbleweed.
At heaven's edge, two brothers feel
the bitter grief of parting;
tomorrow, my little boat
will follow the dawn wind.