B! K+ P/ V* ^The sweet scent of the red lotus fades% m3 z: v, V# J! R. n/ ^( ~. H
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn 3 F5 u+ ]6 C |* I( ZI gather up my skirts) t) [) T' P/ q6 h" D6 K) v
And alone alight a small orchid boat& N% j" f A9 ?3 P1 U
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.4 G% h+ ^' n9 I0 x8 |! U3 q- K
Will your words be carried by the wild geese. 0 `# o5 A M/ o; E8 o6 x: i7 t' }8 U7 T; m+ Y n" q
The moon fills my room with its light. N: @ y' X5 N* H
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return 4 S: c, k C; ?- T2 N: \We are in two different places/ e; `2 G2 F: {: J% k) N, L( M/ V
But we share the same feelings+ U% {% W# e5 j2 U/ S
Sadness and longing that never goes away7 j0 W i) X$ q" k* `/ i* v
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“