An old man lays to rest a much-loved
son……
By day and night his tears of blood will
run,
Albeit when threescore years and ten have
fled,
‘Tis not a long farewell that he has said.
Ku Kuang 8th and 9th cent. A.D.
An old man lays to rest a much-loved
son……
By day and night his tears of blood will
run,
Albeit when threescore years and ten have
fled,
‘Tis not a long farewell that he has said.
Ku Kuang 8th and 9th cent. A.D.