Missing You
It is hard to meet, but living apart is even harder;
Late spring languid winds shake the lonely flower.
A vernal silkworm misses its last silk before death;
A candle stops shedding tears after taking its last breath.
The change of hair color in the morn mirror you fear
And read poetry alone in the moonlit cold night Dear.
Pengshan Mountain, your home is not far away;
My best regards to you the bluebird could convey.
(tran.)
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