The First Knight [END]

19. Mulberry Tree on the East Horizon

Mulberry Tree on the East Horizon

That narrow lane became a memory lane in four years
In the second quarter we run without a burden
Checkered flannel, collared shirt, red vest as they always wear
But I still roll up the flowery dress in the noon clouds
We jump together, in the mind count, reaching for something like a plutocrat's treasure
Hands and knuckles caught on twigs that fall with withered leaves full of love
Under the mulberry tree we lay enjoying the magnificent sunset
And our gazes are like the last snow in spring
In the east of that boisterous building we bind some warmth
The red mulberry tree branches love our conversation about dreams
But in the final semester, all souls collapse and it bids farewell
Then we flood the roots with a thousand tears
Those narrow roads became parting ways in four years
In the last quarter of the year we walked hugging full of sadness
I no longer roll up flowery dresses and neither do they
In black robes we wipe our tears, and lie with the veins of the mulberry tree on the east horizon