Tune: Joy at Meeting by Li Yu

Silent, I climb the Western Tower alone

And see the hook-like moon.

Parasol-trees lonesome and drear

Lock in the courtyard autumn clear.

 

           Cut, it won’t sever;

           Be ruled, ’twill never

           What sorrow ’tis to part!

It’s an unspeakable taste in the heart.

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