Categoria: Shangguan Wan’er

Reproach in a Letter on Colored Paper. Shangguan Wan’er

When first leaves fall on Lake Dongting,
I long for you, thousands of miles away.
In heavy dew my scented quilt feels cold,
At moonset, brocade screen deserted.
I would play a Southland melody
And crave to seal a letter to Jibei.
The letter has no other message but
This misery in living long apart.

Shangguan Wan’er

aqui

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