JIANG HAO
半 叠 庚 子
Now the summer is gone, as if it hasn’t been here. in the sun it’s warm. but it is not enough. everything what could come true, like a five-fingered leaf, fell straight into my palm, but it is not enough. neither evil, nor good, was lost in vain, everything burned in light, but it is not enough. life kept me under its wing, took care of me and saved me, i was lucky indeed. but it is not enough. the leaves were not burnt, the branches were not broken... the day is clean like glass, but it is not enough.
Arseny Tarkovsky
