I stood amongst the chrysanthemums,
Looking towards the north,
Soon I will cross the seven rivers,
And I would be seen no more!.

The weather is now fog,
My thoughts travels far,
Will he welcome me home?
I asked the yellow leafs!.

They stare at me with doubt,
Still I could not comprehend,
Have I wronged thy majesty much?
If so then I'm doomed!.

The season of autumn is near,
And I see the Hawks hovering,
I turned to the holy books,
And pray for a better home!.

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