中国大好き

Du Sishang
HUMAN WORLD 107

The last one of the Flying Tigers is gone.
I remember what they said:
We fly along the Himalaya valleys
and follow reflections from the debris of fallen comrades.

3/5/20
Translated by MW, March 2020

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