The pale crescent moon clings on to the past
Nights that last too long, have now become frosted
Who is that in the building, with a hope, so lost, and cold?
The rain gently falls on the bright red window
My entire life seemingly written on paper now blown to pieces by the wind
A dream in the distance becomes a wisp of fragrance
That follows the wind and scatters your image
Chrysanthemums wilt and litter the ground with hurt
Your smile has yellowed
The falling flowers cause grievous hurt as my feelings quietly trickle away
The North Wind flustered and Night that has yet seen Dawn
Your shadow which never disappears
You leave me all alone as I watch pairing of the lake’s surface
Flowers bending towards Night, floating down to brightness
Fate cannot withstand the aging path of the world
Worry that has yet crossed the river as worried heart is cleft in half
To fear that you may never reach land and spend an eternity swaying in the waters
Whose lands feel the cacophony of hooves?
The entirety of my military attire howls the vicissitudes
Your soft sighs under a sky just before dawn
through a night of sorrow most subtle
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