Grass and trees grow along the shore of a clear river, weaving a long ribbon.
My carriage goes at a leisurely pace.
The water flows toward my destination as if it understands my feelings.
At sunset pairs of birds return to their nests one after another.
The dilapidated city faces the ancient ferry crossing.
The light of the setting sun spreads all over the autumn mountain.
After a distant journey, I have finally arrived at the foot of Song Mountain.
Returning to my home, I close my front door.