感兴

雨恨云愁，

江南依旧称佳丽。

水村渔市，

一缕孤烟细。

天际征鸿，

遥认行如缀。

平生事，

此时凝睇，

谁会凭栏意?

TUNE: ROUGED LIPS

REFLECTION

Laden with frowning cloud and steeped in tearful rain,

The southern shores still beautiful remain.

In riverside village flanked with fishermen’s fair,

A lonely wreath of slender smoke wafts in the air.

Afar a row of wild geese fly,

Weaving a letter in the sky.

What have I done in days gone by?

Gazing from the balustrade, could I weave my way

As far as they?