* l- e; @, b$ @: v4 v1 n# V3 `The sweet scent of the red lotus fades / z% h+ o4 ]. O; K6 p$ AThe jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn 1 ? k# |7 ] r7 _* Y$ O9 eI gather up my skirts `4 ?/ A7 k. t5 UAnd alone alight a small orchid boat. @3 Q3 K& I& v7 E ^! h
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.0 r( M3 C7 K5 a7 P8 Z( h. E
Will your words be carried by the wild geese." C* T% ~6 z# r: o
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The moon fills my room with its light1 N4 \3 v- H# y% K
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return 9 \3 B# U$ h9 H' ^8 uWe are in two different places 0 E, \. _: B4 Y1 r" S8 X A* [7 RBut we share the same feelings - W4 s7 u' i& F8 x2 @$ sSadness and longing that never goes away$ x3 u# V& G8 ?$ r' Y* V
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“