TUNE: TWELVE HOURS

十二时

Pale grass blends with clouds far and nigh,

连云衰草，

The setting sun reddens the sky;

连天晚照，

Red leaves cover the mountains high.

连山红叶。

The western breeze

西风正摇落，

Strips off the trees;

更前溪呜咽。

The creek once more

燕去鸿归音信绝，

Sobs as before.

问黄花，

Swallows and wild geese bring no news to me.

又共谁折？

With whom may I enjoy chrysanthemums in glee?

征人最愁处，

What grieves most those who roam?

送寒衣时节。

No winter garments come from home.