6 o, D4 t& [6 _8 f5 M7 o" N2 PThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades W* e# {1 B7 e6 O% [, G X
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn: ?- C8 W* ^) X/ e4 t
I gather up my skirts 4 A9 p) y& V2 d7 |/ NAnd alone alight a small orchid boat ) g' }& s! C1 C" c6 gWho will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover. 0 u$ H1 M6 {3 }) m3 ~Will your words be carried by the wild geese. 8 B9 x: B$ Y5 Q L * a' ?; x$ a& ^" `. d0 uThe moon fills my room with its light1 i1 i6 q5 E ^: z7 K6 U
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return0 k. s& M& q9 Z$ r e+ \( `
We are in two different places( V1 P: ]* `2 k; y2 ~
But we share the same feelings ' _& O$ ]) I' G/ B1 F7 ZSadness and longing that never goes away ; L& G0 x$ L- [2 y! [Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“