w7 y% C1 k3 _& DThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades7 ~- g2 a* a$ }
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn 1 h. z- B K( x. ]I gather up my skirts3 R# v* [" }6 Q9 M6 H5 w3 b
And alone alight a small orchid boat" F; ]3 \8 w) i! [; g
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.5 C, x; j- [1 [ a* Q$ |
Will your words be carried by the wild geese. $ S: Y+ {* c' l/ m: a2 c3 h3 W! w . s/ [( \' j! J+ H- n- B& N# nThe moon fills my room with its light; G& y+ s8 X4 Y' |
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return M6 A; b2 ^* R# L( L- u( iWe are in two different places, j1 k% }2 `6 v
But we share the same feelings# U9 C2 c: y% L
Sadness and longing that never goes away , L1 M. F/ }7 p) d8 ADwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“