without your drum
slender Zhonglou, the moon did not call
without your bell
tonight, I listen to these silent hours;
resurrect your vanished sound
Unmoving, stately hands
you kept the secret of steady time
and the space between, a mystery,
only telling the city when you tolled
Twin Ming Chilou, the witness
why could noone tell me
mere tourist, why you
humiliate?
