7 y! _9 F5 G4 A& oThe sweet scent of the red lotus fades1 S8 g1 i( a+ _1 E* j
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn! X$ Z. B$ w- ~ i7 m
I gather up my skirts ) [+ e* |6 O5 w6 {9 a' YAnd alone alight a small orchid boat; m9 i) g# k/ N5 v& U2 q% W* C; n
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover." c* ` ?: `1 U5 H- b y1 {
Will your words be carried by the wild geese. ( g" U- e) K& s % r; l2 u7 b, Z/ zThe moon fills my room with its light 1 ^" G1 B, V) `Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return & U7 G( i8 E/ M0 n& k. q* eWe are in two different places5 o% A8 x! `2 E0 X/ ] z
But we share the same feelings ! f; {( `- z: t5 `, _/ v5 d4 ?Sadness and longing that never goes away 0 I& q y. u% k# CDwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts.“