As the sun sets
About the week
That will come to a close
In a few days
Another week will start
But where are all of my old friends
The ones I remember
(Though sometimes I forget their names)
They appear to me in my memory
A touch that dispels loneliness --
Perhaps I will see them again, who knows?
Where do the shadows go after the sun has set?
Plum trees blossoming in the winter snow.