When we were little

We would light lantern

And study around together.

The eyes brighter than the lantern;

The letters brighter than the eyes.

We would track

The way in the letters

When we were little

We would make

Our eyes like the moon

And, pick up the empty pitchers with care.

The rifts emptier than the pitchers

Our hearts deeper than the rifts.

We would fill the empty pitchers

In the well of our hearts.

When we were little

We had  travelling hearts

With scores of trails of possibilities.

We know not, where

Our travelling hearts

And the scores of trails

Have ended today.