My dearest Xu, I treasure your affection, but my parents are old and frail. If I were to leave, who would care…
My dearest Xu,
I treasure your affection, but my parents are old and frail. If I were to leave, who would care for them? Leaning on the gate at sunset, I feel like a well: reflecting the moon's light, but bound to this patch of earth.
As for the old handkerchief... what home can it have now? Please, keep it safe. I can say no more.