庐州月

In childhood, whose light did I steal through a chiseled wall?

Unkempt for years, ten bitter winters by the window's thrall.

Now by lamplight I read, with a fair maid's incense sweet,

Half a life's fame is but a phantom fleet.

In March, misty clouds and orioles fly, grass grows tall,

Amid willow catkins I see my hometown's call.

I wonder if you, my heart's love, still in Luyang stay,

A lock of hair I treasure for life, come what may.

Lovers on the bridge in pairs come and go,

Red peonies by the bridge sigh for the night's slow flow.

The moon sways, and I wander in dismay,

From a black-awning boat drifts a song of parting's fray.

Luzhou moonlight spills upon my heart,

Beneath the moon, you're no longer who you were at the start.

Too many wounds, hard to pour out my soul,

I sigh: at that time, I thought it was just ordinary and whole.

Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cold,

Now by whose side do you hold?

Hometown moonlight, deeply branded in my heart,

Yet I cannot shed the tears of that past part.

In March, misty clouds and orioles fly, grass grows tall,

Amid willow catkins I see my hometown's call.

I wonder if you, my heart's love, still in Luyang stay,

A lock of hair I treasure for life, come what may.

Lovers on the bridge in pairs come and go,

Red peonies by the bridge sigh for the night's slow flow.

The moon sways, and I wander in dismay,

From a black-awning boat drifts a song of parting's fray.

Luzhou moonlight spills upon my heart,

Beneath the moon, you're no longer who you were at the start.

Too many wounds, hard to pour out my soul,

I sigh: at that time, I thought it was just ordinary and whole.

Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cold,

Now by whose side do you hold?

Hometown moonlight, deeply branded in my heart,

Yet I cannot shed the tears of that past part.

Luzhou moonlight, upon my heart it lies,

Too many wounds, hard to pour out my soul,

Now by whose side do you hold?

Yet I cannot shed the tears of that past part.

Luzhou moonlight spills upon my heart,

Beneath the moon, you're no longer who you were at the start.

Too many wounds, hard to pour out my soul,

I sigh: at that time, I thought it was just ordinary and whole.

Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cold,

Now by whose side do you hold?

Hometown moonlight, deeply branded in my heart,

Yet I cannot shed the tears of that past part.