To thank Mrs. Fu who wrote me a poem in Chicago where we met, and after knowing each other a short while, she had to leave. I appreciate her, treasure our friendship, and reverently wrote this poem as a remembrance.
Glad we met,
Sorry to leave.
Two white-haired friends, made in the dusk years of life.
Today we're together,
Tomorrow we'll depart.
On opposite ends of the earth, our friendship lasts long.
Mid-autumn festival
near the end of WWII
A horrible year, still here come the holidays
Time marches on just as nature orders
Most everything becomes broken into pieces
Sad and cold, only the moon is full and whole
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