Artist's commentary
Miyaura Sanshio
2015/6/7 10:47
The mountain, the pond, and the river appear green in the distance.
Atop Tiger Hill, the heron cry.
Around the river and the bridges, the autumn wind blows.
I see not the chimney smoke, but the lights on the fishing boats.
I cry sorrowfully in my dreams with my heart near broken.
The moving clouds end but no cranes come back.
The sound of string instruments are accompanied by tears of blood.
The night light grows dim as the day covers in fog.