I cannot tell
Where the anonymous paths of
Life drawn across my brow will lead!
I keep walking—unaware
No matter where the night falls as I travel,
I never feel pressed to return to my nonexistent home
No matter when the day dawns as I settle for the night,
No destined home has settled in my eyes…
I was shaken off of the branches,
The seasons leaving me stripped naked on the path,
Like lonely yellow saplings cornered by a stone…
At times death would pay me a visit
In the rain and in the sun
With no umbrella
Then return again without inquiring how I did…
In my dream today,
An unknown gentleman patted me on my back
Having landed from a roadside hoarding board
Another lady filled my hands with victuals having landed from another hoarding board
“Are you my parents?”
Seemingly divorced for years,
They hug each other.
—Now free from the fate of the hoarding board—
A home waits for them. No words are uttered…
I stare with my thirsty eyes
In the direction they depart! I keep staring!!
I may also return home,
After all the birds have flown from the trees forever!