In autumn, with no moon, silently the river
Lies at four o\'clock at dawn,
He\'s coming back with his tiny boat
Was overflowing, already the nets\'d been drawn.
Suddenly, even if the angry mist
Is blocking and screening the path ahead,
But relying on the distant sounds,
Skillfully he rows and come back instead.
(Apr. 8th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)