Forty years on, I see the lead bucket,as if time itself has kept its watch.It stands here, never rusting,yet seems to have waited so long for me. A handful of tears, a handful of sorrow,a handful of laughter, a handful of cold.The bucket says nothing, yet spills the years —the past evaporates, then rains back…
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The Lead Bucket / 又見鉛桶
Forty years on, I see the lead bucket,as if time itself has kept its watch.It stands here, never rusting,yet seems to have waited so long for me. A handful of tears, a handful of sorrow,a handful of laughter, a handful of cold.The bucket says nothing, yet spills the years —the past evaporates, then rains back…