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A cold cicada's melancholic chrip, In the twilight near the lone long pavilion.
8 V0 v; m; M# f$ SThe showers has just let up.
6 c# [5 Q+ Y" LIn the tents outside the city gate, the drinking went on mindlessly,
4 @4 D' R0 r$ G" V3 _ SI cannot tear myself away, $ q- G; u. h7 P6 s( U+ G7 J
but the manoglia boat beckons.
6 o1 `+ h, ]; @1 j" s& hHolding hands we watch the tears fall
6 R& t; w" i- I( `Hearts fill with grief we are lost for words.
3 B3 |; X& r1 m: Y" hMy mind preoccupied by the journey of a thousand li, through rolling mist and wave,
3 |% x8 H% Q7 O) {' p& ^And under deepening layers of evening cloubs in the wide Southern sky.
) w, L! w2 K5 q/ P0 t7 XFrom time immemorial, lovers mourn the sorrow of parting.
1 R! _1 b0 i. k/ S W. ]9 OThis bleak chilly autumn air makes it all the more unbearable..
# u9 g* S4 C V: f' ?. zWhere will I be when I awake from my drunken slumber ?
' c7 j. B- u p# UBreeze among the willow banks under a fading moon at dawn, maybe.
" R9 F0 f2 G: J/ ^3 Q. fFor the years that I'll be away, fine days and charming views will all but tastless to me, 2 P7 v1 v4 X% f8 K; o( i
Even if I have a thousand tender thougts to express, there is no fitting mind around to receive |
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