清明雨上

Rain on Qingming

Xu Song

Dawn seeps through the window, sun shines on West Bridge, clouds drift alone

I think of your hem swaying gently in the lotus breeze that year

Woodcarvings gilded, time ripples, seven years since I put down my brush

Because in this life, I wield the brush only for you

Rain wets my eyes, year after year I lean by the well, longing for home

What I fear most is tears unknowingly streaming down in two lines

I wander in the mortal world, unable to find your paradise

Vase on the east, mirror on the west, I hate that I cannot forget

Again it rains on Qingming, I pick chrysanthemums to send to your side

Softly singing the song you loved the most

A zither from afar, mournful and ethereal, each note summons the rain

Telling my trickling thoughts only to myself

Moon shadows flicker, fireworks layer upon layer, candle blossoms red

Old dreams of the mortal world, when broken, all turn to emptiness

Rain wets my eyes, year after year I lean by the well, longing for home

What I fear most is tears unknowingly streaming down in two lines

I wander in the mortal world, unable to find your paradise

Vase on the east, mirror on the west, I hate that I cannot forget

Again it rains on Qingming, I pick chrysanthemums to send to your side

Softly singing the song you loved the most