/ [$ F3 P9 S0 E4 z& j! `The sweet scent of the red lotus fades- @1 V; U* l# E" R
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn + o$ F2 Q$ O G! h; {, H6 gI gather up my skirts ( D0 }9 K& A9 C: V& ^9 aAnd alone alight a small orchid boat* i: ^2 }! l9 K7 b' i
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.+ y j5 D% H0 p9 `7 y7 t7 l7 \
Will your words be carried by the wild geese. 0 ^9 z( W" I- Y, y & R8 L- e2 I( O; iThe moon fills my room with its light $ R+ l6 m! c' kFlowers fall to the flowing stream never return , z. l3 D3 r9 f( m) GWe are in two different places ; s5 L9 p1 r/ \, y$ S9 {7 rBut we share the same feelings % {! R, S7 a5 A; A: Y* J7 k- qSadness and longing that never goes away0 T% e+ {! s6 E& W4 X
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“