Parting with an Old Friend

For several days, my old pal and I spent

time together in Hong Kong.

For sightseeing, he accompanied me all day long.

For gourmet food, we went to the

famous Boat Restaurant.

We climbed the Taiping Mountain to

watch the floating boats.

Over there, we enjoyed looking at building

after building towering to the sky.

In joyful times, we often complain

that the day is too short.

In heart-to-heart conversation, we often feel

that we are running out of time to talk.

Three days had passed, and it was time

for us to part.

He looked pale and thin.

He knew that, with a terminal disease,

He might not see me again.

He gave me a pair of paper chickens

as a souvenir.

He asked me not to worry when his time was near.

We held hands tightly in the street

fighting our tears.

I watched his car disappear from my view.

For a long while I didn’t move my feet.

Then, I felt a sense of parting sorrow

rising from my heart as I stood still.

惜别故人

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