Chapter 3 speech

if i go, Gone like a comet— Mother! my sun! Seventy years later I will return, to the center of my orbit When you are the five-color heavy wheel, Do you still recognize this little light? gone like falling flowers—— Mother! My old branch! I'll be back tomorrow in the spring, to the root of my life When you are towering clouds, Do you still recognize this slight fragrance? Speechless—speechless. Mother! This is my speech, Tired you miserable—— All-perfect love knows no parting, Perfect love has no life or death! February 4, 1923 (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on February 15, 1923, and later included in the collection of poems "Spring Water".)