The rain falls, the wind blows and the wind-bell sings in according to the wind.
On the thin window, the silhouette looms and longtime\'ll take to be bright
In the back yard, the bamboos are swaying in the dark and deepening night,
It\'s barely four o\'clock, when I woke up by been hitting the door by wind.
(29th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)