How few of us are left, how few!
Why do we not go back?
Were it not for our prince and his concerns,
What should we be doing here in the dew?
How few of us are left, how few!
Why do we not go back?
Were it not for our prince’s own concerns,
What should we be doing here in the mud?
translated by Arthur Waley
Wander with me
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Over fotografie en leven.
My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
A writer inspired by nature and human nature
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I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
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