A Trip to the Village of the River of White Sand
Blue-green bamboo, white sand, village on the river;
evening breeze among the flowers, water lapping the gate.
As I walk home, the moon is a delicate lady;
no words can describe the fragrance, the serenity
in my tea cup.
evening breeze among the flowers, water lapping the gate.
As I walk home, the moon is a delicate lady;
no words can describe the fragrance, the serenity
in my tea cup.
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