The September air is clear
Deep, deep green is the endless plain
All sorts of weeds grow at the frontier
From year to year reds and yellows bloom and fade in vain.
Dry leaves are strewn all over my home way path
With petals and dense grass fragrant is the red earth
You escort me, escort me with drear sighs
And by the river your visage turn twilight- dim.
Dark clouds drift, old fowls soar into the azure sky
Disorganized winds shift, your eyes with hidden tears teem
Always when we part is always on the bridge
Every day I return to the river as drunk as I can be
Yet, yet my sorrow does not improve with age
So little time to know each other, why should we always separate?
Asked how steep my sorrow runs: like a sad deep sea!