I\'m sitting on the veranda and leaning against the pillar with ease,
When hearing the raindrops falling from roof tile on the edge of the eaves,
It\'s reaching somewhere, the sky-flute echoes softly in breeze.
Early autumn rain hastens the season\'s embrace,
When I open the door to hear the rain\'s dropping sound to release
In. Yet the cool fall breeze enter first in this place.
(27th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)