Chapter 18 another face

another face If you, into old age, die before me Neither the catalpa nor the fragrant linden will be gone Hear the steps of my living, and I will not tread That's where we forge that will break the teeth of time. Let the other faces play the tricks they will In those old houses; night can overwhelm day, Our shadows will still roam the garden gravel The living are more like shadows than they are. (Translated by Wang Jiaxin)