海上生明月,
Thinking of the Man Far Away in the Moonlight<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Zhang Jiuling (678-740) The moon rising above the sea, we share, far, far away as you may find yourself. Sad, sleepless, in the long night, in separation, I think of you. The moon so touchingly bright, I extinguish the candle and step out, my clothes wet by dew. Alas, I cannot hold the moonlight in my slender hand. I go back into the room, perhaps to dream again of reunion. |
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