I heard the cadence of the rain you knew, coming down on the hill between Prospect and the Little River. I luxuriated in the falling of your light, rolled myself up in the redolence of your rotting leaves. I shushed and muttered at your ghost, when I wasn’t overbusy with mine. Man of business, you’d have had no truck with this willful seeker skeptic, Johnny-Come-Lately volunteer intruding in your garden.

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西风台

我听到了你所知道的雨的节奏，从 Prospect 和 Little River 之间的小山上下来。我在你落下的光芒中尽情享受，在你腐烂的树叶的芬芳中蜷缩着自己。当我没有对我的鬼魂过度忙碌时，我对你的鬼魂小声嘀咕了一句。做生意的人，如果有这个任性的怀疑论者，Johnny-Come-Lately 志愿者闯入您的花园，您将无法接受。