Cicadas are shrilling and weeping,
Pavilions stand in the dark gloomily,
And the storm stops falling.
I barely drink the farewell drink inside the tent by the capital gate.
I want to stay longer here
while the boat is waiting for me imperatively there.
Holding your hands and gazing into your eyes,
we cannot say a word, only bursting into tears.
Imaging miles and miles away, misty and cloudy sky is on my way.
It is always sorrowful when lovers have to be apart,
not to mention at this dim autumn time.
Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight?
at the willow banks,
with the waning moon,
in a chilly morning blow.
From now on and many years ahead,
beautiful days and lovely scenes will mean nothing to me.
Even if I have many words to say and love to give,
I don't have anyone by my side to hear and to share.