Tonight, this melancholy heart of mine
Is thinking of you
Happily, or with sadness
Autumn is gone. Last autumn was the same
For fifteen days, your husky voice
Has been reciting a poem and a name
For the sake of your loneliness, they've
Turned these maple leaves into beautiful tales
Yet the most beautiful story never stays
As the water washes away combs and hair
The world changes every day. Even a pear tree
Under the moon would sometimes punish her own fruit
Oh, one tree ripples, a thousand trees weep
Since we came to the world
Parting has always been with us
You in seclusion, me in worries
Oh, how useless, how tiring, this misspent life!
You live in a garden of maple, reminding me
Of a beauty, the extreme kind
In the warmth of her blood she's burning
Minute by minute, burning
Oh, what a melancholy light it sends out
To make autumns alike, and to force me
Into this endless craze, for you, tonight!
Zheng Danyi
Translated by Luo Hui
Image via We Heart It
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