In that autumn
Which seemed a degenerate scene unexpectedly
And there would not be the day to meet again forever
Waiting for the afterlife
There would be the next life to wait
In the invisible cry
After that
The voice of my dead mother
And other voices of ghosts
Say to me every day
Between my sleeping and waking
Earth and the heaven is not far away
The power of the spirit can penetratethe foreign space
That is my spiritual sustenance
And gave me the courage to live
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