菊花台

Your tears glisten, fragile yet wounded, the pale crescent moon hooks the past.

The night too long, frozen into frost, who on the tower feels cold despair?

Rain gently taps the vermilion window, my life on paper blown astray by wind.

Dreams far away turn into a wisp of incense, your image scatters with the breeze.

Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is scarred, your smile has faded to yellow.

Fallen petals, heartbreak, my thoughts lie still.

North wind wild, night not yet ended, your shadow cannot be cut away.

Leaving me alone, on the lake, mirrored as two.

Flowers toward dusk, their splendor fallen, on the fading path fate is cruel.

Sorrow, do not cross the river, autumn heart split in two, afraid you'll never reach shore, forever adrift.

Whose kingdom, hooves clatter wildly, my armor worn, roaring through the vicissitudes.

Sky faintly bright, you softly sigh, a night of melancholy so gentle.

Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is scarred, your smile has faded to yellow.

Fallen petals, heartbreak, my thoughts lie still.

North wind wild, night not yet ended, your shadow cannot be cut away.

Leaving me alone, on the lake, mirrored as two.

Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is scarred, your smile has faded to yellow.

Fallen petals, heartbreak, my thoughts lie still.

North wind wild, night not yet ended, your shadow cannot be cut away.

Leaving me alone, on the lake, mirrored as two.