Gu Gan: 露 (Dew)

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When young, I did not know the taste of sorrow.
I went up the tower.
I went up the tower
to write a poem on pretended sorrow.

By now I’ve completely tasted sorrow, but already

I do not want to speak about it.

I do not want to speak about it,

I only say: what a beautiful, cold autumn.


–Xing Qijia

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beautywelove

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