The lonely dusk
         By Guping Li

The bleeding setting sun
was slowly sinking

A bird stopped crying
for its heart had emptied

A goat
was looking for the flocks

The smoke from kitchen
was rising up in your shadow

The lonely dusk
         By Guping Li

The bleeding setting sun
was slowly sinking

A bird stopped crying
for its heart had emptied

A goat
was looking for the flocks

The smoke from kitchen
was rising up in your shadow