The train flies by as though all things were new
At random in the fields a grave it lies
Where bright red flowers stretch to skies of blue.
In San Li Tun we found Mojito Man
For 15RMB thought's drained away
And we sit watching and we understand
That we know nothing but we still obey.
In Qufu women dry their grain on roads
And we eat fish and rice off metal trays
Watch people with their bikes and heavy loads
And sonder floods us in our seperate ways.
And now I read these fragile words and yearn
With all my heart that soon I will return.