"送兄"

by 南海七歲女子

Seeing an older brother off

Clouds begin to rise

toward where you are going

Leaves are blown

around the pavilion

where we stop

to say fare-

well

!

I wish

We were the migrating geese

Flying side by side

going wherever

we have to

go

!

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translation by z.z.

P.S.

別路雲初起，

離亭葉正飛。

所嗟人異雁，

不作一行歸。