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Cane tin how come here Autumn wind already sough Rain waste deep court chrysanthemum Frost topple half pool lotus Banish rather against nature Void not leave Chan Mutual meet can night stay Gansu moon toward man round |
How did your tin-edged cane get here? The autumn wind's already sighing. The rain's laid waste the inner court's chrysanthemums, And frost has felled half the pond's lotuses. Banished, you don't renounce your nature, In limbo, you don't depart from Chan. Now we've met, we can spend a night together, The Gansu moon shines round upon us. |