Ma Chau

Missing you, the silk tears my heart, the ancient river water drains both banks, the love of the mulberry tree, the silkworm cocoon in another place, I sit dry on the ferry of To...

Remember the days when I was far away on the way to the district school
meet Ma Chau silk display
The country boy is overwhelmed by silk
I am sixteen years old with long hair...

He also learned the weaving profession.
spinning, silk, pink thread
silkworm cocoon and pupa
all the hustle and bustle will pass...

Silk drying in the sun is thin like a dream
horse-drawn carriage whizzed past the rose bushes
The night lights are quiet on the old building.
Mulberry branches blown away by the wind

After several decades in a faraway land
city, pale smoke, moonlight
The old steps are empty and mossy
the shuttle lies still without a hand to lull it

One day someone passed by the old road
deep echoes of the sound of weaving
big brother...little sister...soul like a dream
as pristine as silk just out of the frame…

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