Hills. Not a soul to be seen.
But talk echoes to the ear,
brightness reentering the woods,
green glow on the lichen patches.
But talk echoes to the ear,
brightness reentering the woods,
green glow on the lichen patches.
Parting, Du Mu
Dissimulated feeling,
smiling at the parting toast.
The sleepless candle bares its heart,
shedding private tears at dawn.
smiling at the parting toast.
The sleepless candle bares its heart,
shedding private tears at dawn.
Moonlit Night, Du Fu
the Fouzou moon is watching over
my little boy and girl,
who don’t know where I am.
Dressed in mist, hair wet,
cold in the clear brightness.
When shall we two watch
the moon again, tears dried?
my little boy and girl,
who don’t know where I am.
Dressed in mist, hair wet,
cold in the clear brightness.
When shall we two watch
the moon again, tears dried?
