On the Rat’s First Moon, will Spring come?
In a Stranger’s Land, Sorrow falls on a Green flag
The Rat’s soul dies a little.
In the Land of Eire, is anyone there?
The Southern Son can only wax lyric
With a weighted heart, he heads South
With a weighted heart, he waits for Spring
In the Land of Eire, does anyone care?
Khinh Tài (2020)
