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Flowing Wind Lyric: The Small Pond in Fresh Green
Wind stirs the bead-curtains, shattering shadows across the slanted sun.
I envy the swallows returning to their golden nests of old, where mossy vines now twine along the ancient walls.
Deep within the embroidered chambers and phoenix screens, how often music echoed from their zithers.
Words rise to the lips, then fade, fearing to break the promised trust; before a song begins, the throat chokes with sorrow, reluctant to face the clear wine cup.
From afar I picture her finishing her morning makeup, pushing open the vermilion doors, waiting quietly by the western moonlit chamber.
Most cruel of all, my wandering soul tonight cannot reach her path.
When shall we speak of intimate vows and secret tidings, mirroring our hearts like the bronze of Qin, sharing the stolen incense of Han?
If Heaven truly pitied mortal longing, would a brief embrace be asking too much?
風簾動,碎影舞斜陽。
羨金屋去來,舊時巢燕,土花繚繞,前度莓牆。
繡閣鳳幃深幾許,曾聽得理絲簧。
欲說又休,慮乖芳信,未歌先咽,愁近清觴。
遙知新妝了,開朱戶,應自待月西廂。
最苦夢魂,今宵不到伊行。
問甚時說與,佳音密耗,寄將秦鏡,偷換韓香。
天便教人,霎時廝見何妨。
Wind curtain moves, broken shadows dance slanted sun.
Envious golden house coming and going, old time nesting swallows, earth flowers twine round, previous time mossy walls.
Embroidered pavilion phoenix curtains deep how much, once heard of tuning silk zithers.
Wanting to speak yet pausing, fearing to miss fragrant news, before singing first choking, sorrow approaching clear goblet.
Afar knowing new makeup finished, opening vermilion door, should naturally await moon western chamber.
Most bitter dream soul, tonight not reaching that person's path.
Asking when time spoken with, fine news secret whisper, sending along Qin mirror, secretly exchanging Han incense.
Heaven if causes people, a moment meeting each other what harm.