Autumn rain soft as tears,
Tear after tear grieves the heart;
The hometown without old friends,
Home fields desolated several times.
Eight hundred autumns have come and gone,
Who would know who I am;
Head bowed, burning a few incense sticks,
The smoke flies toward old friends;
Turning the body back, the vow fulfilled,
Coming again to save all, returning home.

September 11, 1997, in Yue Fei’s hometown