獨坐敬亭山     

李白               

眾鳥高飛盡，

孤雲獨去閑。

相看兩不厭，

隻有敬亭山。

Sitting alone with Jing-Ting Mountain

Thousands of birds, flew away across the high sky

Adrift with a single cloud, fading out elegantly, in the mist crystal clear

We are admiring each other so long and so much, never being enough

There stands only you, Jing-Ting Mountain, My dear