Snowfall
by Yingcai

Glittering snowflakes drift and drift
Drifting onto the doorstep
Drifting onto the window sills

By the window, my wife, her memory nearly faded
Suddenly turns and grasps my hand, leading me out

Glittering snowflakes drift and drift
Drifting onto the grassy fields
Drifting onto the trail

Along the trail, she clings to my arm
Nestled close as we move forward

Glittering snowflakes drift and drift
Drifting onto the hill slope
Drifting onto the outline of the woods

Before the woods, she holds my hand
Nestled close, gazing ahead

Before our eyes
The land draped in a brilliant white shroud
The contours of the hill and woods, vividly clear

She points to the woods
I, bewildered at first, then suddenly realize
Fifty years ago, on that very day
We stood facing that woods
Fifty years ago, on that very day
We bared our souls to each other

Glittering snowflakes
Drifting, drifting, and drifting

In this moment, her heart
Is as radiant and lucid as those snowflakes



 

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