+ |9 j7 j' r, J! u5 h$ ~8 bThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades+ C- H7 h5 R6 ^
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn 5 ^6 h- @0 v/ j' G& {$ vI gather up my skirts % o r5 }8 e) t1 @% d: F. IAnd alone alight a small orchid boat; u( t6 n' E1 S7 J4 C$ Q# h0 h
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover. $ K3 p! R0 `4 T& E2 B0 EWill your words be carried by the wild geese.. n3 {8 L! G4 ?: m: _3 U4 u
1 u1 G% V( g, C) P2 r% OThe moon fills my room with its light- F* t) q. c. z
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return 3 r* r- J% Q# o* @. JWe are in two different places 5 Z* g# |7 `; q/ @ j, ^But we share the same feelings# B; C# u/ o- K+ Y3 {/ d" X& v3 J
Sadness and longing that never goes away $ Z3 w5 r1 v/ U4 t& R+ Y! ]Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“