YAN Jidao – Lyrics to the Spring-retaining Chant
There were panels of a decorated screen spreading across the sky
That I just saw in a dreamy trance, up there must live divine beings of all realms.
I hold in my hand crimson envelopes I am about to send,
Containing writing of infinite lament over finite springtime.
Once we leaned over this dockside high-rise where we parted,
Looking out to the vast land south of the river.
Below the waters of its tributaries ripple and murmur,
Containing from that day tears we shed from high up here.