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Parting Pain
The cicadas mourn with piercing cries,
As twilight falls upon the long pavilion.
The sudden rain subsides with sighs,
But my heart remains lost and forlorn.
Drinking alone, I am adrift with no goal,
Reluctant to leave, though the orchid boat beckons.
We hold hands, our tears overflow,
Speechless, we gaze at each other with choked expressions.
Thinking of the past, a thousand miles of misty waves,
The sunset haze covers the vast Chu sky.
Since ancient times, love has always hurt in separations,
How much more so on this lonely autumn festival night ?
Now sober, where do I go?
On the willow shore, a lingering breeze and waning moon.
Years will pass before I know,
If this moment of beauty is real or a fleeting boon.
Even with a thousand feelings to impart,
To whom can I speak of my grieving heart ? |
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alone and unhappy; left alone and not cared for |
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