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We have a family tomb. Elder brother bought it for dad. I renovated it when mom slept for the last time. It is pleasant to go there and stay for a while.
I have never seen dad and mom in bed together. Now, it’s nice to watch them do so. A tranquil feeling.
If I do not die in a distant land I too will sleep in this tomb. Gives me a nice kick to think so. Also a sick feeling that I cannot be there to watch myself.
I picked up a candle and lit it on my tomb. Gathered some flowers from the ground and strew them on it. Stuck incense sticks all around, Knelt down before the dead me.
Then, The familiar ones in the cemetery rose up To ask me when I had come over. Someone from among us got up and left without answering.
Behold, a girl runs along the alley in front of the cemetery.
Trans by Ra Sh
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