TUNE: THINKING OF THE FAR-OFF ONE

 

Red leaves and yellow blooms fall, late autumn is done.

I think of my far-roving one.

Gazing on clouds blown away by the breeze

And messageless wild geese,

Where can I send him word under the sun?

My endless tears drip down by windowside

And blend with ink when they’re undried.

I write down the farewell we bade;

My deep love impearled throws a shade

On rosy papers and they fade.

 

思远人

红叶黄花秋意晚，

千里念行客。

飞云过尽?

归鸿无信，

何处寄书得？

泪弹不尽当窗滴，

就砚旋研墨。

渐写到别来，

此情深处，

红笺为无色。