中国大好き

Xing Hao
​PAKT

Die funkelnde Sichel,
die Felder der Hirse,
das Blut meines Vaters
auf getrockneter Klinge.
Es war sein Herbst,
auf dem großen Pakt
war sein roter Daumen.

Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2025

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