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10 茅于美 译
Solitude
—to the tune of Shengshengman
Seek, seek. Search, search.
Cold, cold. Empty, empty.
Misery, misery. Sorrow, sorrow. Sadness, sadness.
Suddenly the weather gets warmer.
Yet we still have periods of chill.
Therefore it is difficult to stay well.
I take two or three cups of mild wine.
How can such help me endure the cold evening wind?
When the wild geese fly overheard, I feel very sad,
Because they are my old friends from former times.
Yellow chrysanthemum petals pile up on the ground,
Withered and ruined. Will anyone pick them up again?
I remain by my window.
Why is the day so dark, all alone?
The Wutong (1) tree collects raindrops.
Drip, drip, drop, drop, in the evening.
At such a time how can one word "sorrow" express all this? |
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