"Memory of a farewell in a tavern in Nanjing.
With the wind enters the tavern
a scent of willows in bloom.
The beauty of Wu who pours the wine
calls me to taste.
The friends of Nanjing
have come to keep me company:
those who leave, those who stay,
each empties the glass.
Try asking the river
that flows eastward
if the sadness of farewells
is longer or shorter than its course."
Created by d'Araprì