/ Q F3 ^$ p4 C$ \: D2 A2 O) xThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades V* D+ W$ C; a1 S _- h+ b) Q
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn 5 _$ b/ m4 H' w) u* X6 {I gather up my skirts 8 x! h- G. R6 [3 ]And alone alight a small orchid boat. o8 L8 i2 g( x: `4 T- y
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.) p, i. o7 C+ u% l6 l- U$ s
Will your words be carried by the wild geese. 8 h7 D" q; d( g9 _! }+ W* ~7 M " m8 j2 m x. ]7 G4 K" L$ r/ MThe moon fills my room with its light/ J8 z9 z+ ]* W0 o4 v) |$ P+ M: k
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return1 a4 F8 s/ \: L2 k4 R1 @. ]
We are in two different places; ?! t9 P# p. Y$ S
But we share the same feelings& _3 f. C6 r0 C) P
Sadness and longing that never goes away- R# G1 @* n) j
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“