How
did I come to be
a traveler at sunset, walking along the dark mountainside?
The moon hurries through the clouds,
the wind blows coldly
, and my legs feel heavy.
As
I reached the crest of the pass, the path disappeared
into the grassy thicket, and my breathing grew labored.
I stop
walking and let my weary body rest on the ground
The lights at the foot of the mountain look more like stars.
