Dancing alone with my pale shadow,
to the June full moon I raise the liquor bottle of yellow.
As if consumed by grief or sorrow,
Luke warm droplets suddenly issue from eyes tear flow.
Drinking alone in a desolate room,
By a curtain-less window I heave, with dizziness glance at the roof.
From the grass land, winds rash in with a strong perfume.
From without , fragrances fill the court of the boundless plain in bloom.
Starting to reminisce miserably our happy times,
Beginning to appreciate things I took for granted about you in passed times:
Suddenly thousand tears over flow the gin glass.
Bashing the pate, recklessly the cheeks against clear pane alas,
Thousand times I regret treating you with indifference, cruelty.
Forever I’ll miss you my love of youth!