i was night drinking, weaved between sobriety and drunkenness ;
it was about middle night when i finally returned
my children were snorring like thunders
i stood outside the door, knock and knock
but not any response
leaning on my cane, i listened to the river bicker
long regrets always followed me that i never owned this body
when can i fully forget the hustles
and floating with a cockleshell
over a tranquile river of peaceful ripplings
at a sedate night
how i urge for a rest life,
wandering at the rivers and seas.