You ask me what
time I'll return, but I cannot give a time,
The rain in the hills of Ba at night overflows the autumn pools.
When can we trim the candle together by the western window,
And talk together of the rain in the hills of Ba at night?
The rain in the hills of Ba at night overflows the autumn pools.
When can we trim the candle together by the western window,
And talk together of the rain in the hills of Ba at night?
-Li Shangyin ‘Sent North On A Rainy Night’
We make plans but
often they remain plans, never recognized. Leaving home, it may be the last
time. The ground is stable. The ground is quicksand. Dreams fall by the
wayside. Reality intervenes. We just never know, we just never know.
