KITCHEN SMOKE OF LUNAR YEAR’S AFTERNOON EVE
From faraway I remember
Kitchen smoke of lunar year’s afternoon eve
The fire were flickering in mother’s heart
Restling with separation
The cake pot is boiling
As if it was calling me home
To my mum’s arms
In a gnawing homeland afternoon
And now spring returns, knocking at the door
I’m suddenly dazed with memories
The fire flickering in mum’s heart
Warming the whole winter afternoon
From faraway I remember
Kitchen smoke of lunar year’s afternoon eve
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