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Nishan Melody in the Middle Mode: First Intermezzo
Scattered blossoms drift upon the river; I cannot return.
Afflicted by illness, my limbs lack all strength.
Now white fans are laid aside, and thin gauze robes feel chill,
As fleeting time slips through the cracks of day.
I sigh to see twin swallows lodging upon the painted beams like passing guests.
Where is she now?
A single curtain frames a pale moon, casting a ghostly glow upon her face.
Secluded silence.
Disjointed crickets chirping against the wall.
Stirring memories akin to Yu Xin's sorrow, woven dense and gray.
I deeply ponder the wild wanderings of my youth:
The frontier tunes played on flutes amid mountain passes, the alleys shaded by spring willows.
Fallen petals offer no news or return.
Murmuring obscure waters trickle in pale green ribbons.
Drifting in exile for so long, what is left to me now
Save to lie drunken beside the wine-shop wall?
亂落江蓮歸未得。
多病卻無氣力。
況紈扇漸疏,羅衣初縈。
流光過隙。
嘆杏梁、雙燕如客。
人何在,一簾淡月,彷彿照顏色。
幽寂。
亂蛩吟壁。
動庾信、清愁似織。
沈思年少浪跡。
笛裏關山,柳下坊陌。
墜紅無信息。
漫暗水,涓涓溜碧。
漂零久,而今何意,醉臥酒壚側。
scattered falling river lotus return not able.
many-sickness yet without physical strength.
moreover white-silk fans gradually sparse, gauze robes initially thin.
flowing light passes crevices.
sighing apricot beams, paired swallows like guests.
person where is, one curtain pale moon, seemingly illuminates countenance.
secluded silence.
scattered crickets chant at walls.
stirring Yu Xin, clear sorrow like woven.
deeply pondering youth wandering wild.
flute within mountain passes, willow beneath city alleys.
falling red without news.
vaguely dark water, trickling flowing green.
floating drifting long, now what intent, drunken lying wine-shop side.