In south, the islands prettily drooped like connected beads in braids
When the north wind blows, the surrounding seas shine with the light of jades
What is visible now is peaceful, and the land is full of beauty in gloam.
But since the days of old wars, how many soldiers have returned their home?
(Jan.,7th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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