Kang Auw

When we met, we’re drinking wine and called brother
When we meet again, we’re throwing glass and sworn enemy
In this deep lake river
In this rapid current
We are enchanted
Love and strength
Played by the fate and swept away

* Hokkian, in mandarin dialect it will be Jiang Hu

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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