9 ]. n' o, B( ^4 O* HThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades2 a( w/ Z7 h2 Z3 E y2 r
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn0 L2 m2 ]5 G3 _, o r: N
I gather up my skirts 4 u) |$ [; p7 w. K$ `0 y [And alone alight a small orchid boat+ C. n4 P- u. M0 D7 I
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover. 8 I/ d9 v8 [- Y% E& l P4 l: DWill your words be carried by the wild geese. ( K+ E8 O ]7 z" [9 j, n1 E9 g6 |" |# N3 X& L6 ]# G
The moon fills my room with its light5 I' `/ U. R' w7 I! ^7 }8 u& c
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return: q/ D+ S- s- x- K; J( w4 b
We are in two different places1 W/ ]! s5 [7 n+ |( t% L
But we share the same feelings 0 h! K& @9 Q: N. @6 d( [Sadness and longing that never goes away/ A/ N7 u9 ?0 p8 c! q
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“