BY LIU YÜ-HSI
Hills surround the ancient kingdom; they never change.The tide beats against the empty city, and silently, silently, returns.To the East, over the Huai River—the ancient moon.Through the long, quiet night it moves, crossing the battlemented wall.
Hills surround the ancient kingdom; they never change.The tide beats against the empty city, and silently, silently, returns.To the East, over the Huai River—the ancient moon.Through the long, quiet night it moves, crossing the battlemented wall.
Hills surround the ancient kingdom; they never change.The tide beats against the empty city, and silently, silently, returns.To the East, over the Huai River—the ancient moon.Through the long, quiet night it moves, crossing the battlemented wall.
Hills surround the ancient kingdom; they never change.
The tide beats against the empty city, and silently, silently, returns.
To the East, over the Huai River—the ancient moon.
Through the long, quiet night it moves, crossing the battlemented wall.