The sweet scent of the red lotus fades
The jade grass wilts with arrival of Autumn
I gather up my skirts
And alone alight a small orchid boat
Who will emerge from the clouds with news from my lover.
Will your words be carried by the wild geese.
The moon fills my room with its light
Flowers fall to the flowing stream never return
We are in two different places
But we share the same feelings
Sadness and longing that never goes away
Dwells from brow on our heads to deep within our hearts. “