TUNE: EVERLASTING LONGING

 

A creek full of duckweed

Girt with green willow trees,

On western shore I bade my parting friend goodbye.

When I came back, the moon hung low over the hill.

On mist-veiled-rill

Blows chilly breeze.

Leaning on painted gate

Again I wait

For my friend’s neighing steed;

I see gulls fly

Pair by pair

In cold air.

长相思

满溪，

柳绕堤，

相送行人溪水西。

回时陇月低。

烟霏霏，

雨凄凄，

重倚朱门听马嘶。

寒鸥相对飞。