Feeling troubled and anxious, I gaze
Upon the moon at Soakru Pavilion,
In the sweet and cold air, a small boat floats
Upon the crystal clear lake by the pavilion.
The boat is silent, and the lonely elder
Sets aside his net to drink,
Though he can\'t catch fishes for side dish,
It instead the worries dispel and shrink.
(Apr. 12th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)