Welcoming Night At Traditional House

I hear the cries of crows
Over the king's grave, in the early morning
And can hearing the musical sounds 
Which are loaded on the forest winds, in late-evening.
Beneath the eaves, the stories 
Of falling stars are never ceasing
And silently jujubes drop 
In the backyard, welcoming the fall's arriving.
(27th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)