The stars and planets are all grown dim in the sky, Facing the moon, I stand hesitating, alone. The good time will probably never come back again. In a moment, our parting will be over. Hesitating, we hold hands. The clouds above are floating across the sky, Swiftly, swiftly passing, or blending together.
Petals fall quietly, birds call in the hills.
From now onwards, long must be our parting, So let us stop once more for a while. Like mountain streams, we part and meet again. Everything is still, Except the occasional lonely bark of a dog. In the high tower, And listen to the autumn rain Outside my window. There is no sound of human life, Save now and then A belated traveler hastening by.