A cold rain blurs the edges of the river.Night enters Wu.In the level brightness of dawnI saw my friend start alone for the Ch'u Mountain.He gave me this message for his friends and relations at Lo Yang:My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup.
A cold rain blurs the edges of the river.Night enters Wu.In the level brightness of dawnI saw my friend start alone for the Ch'u Mountain.He gave me this message for his friends and relations at Lo Yang:My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup.
A cold rain blurs the edges of the river.Night enters Wu.In the level brightness of dawnI saw my friend start alone for the Ch'u Mountain.He gave me this message for his friends and relations at Lo Yang:My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup.
A cold rain blurs the edges of the river.
Night enters Wu.
In the level brightness of dawn
I saw my friend start alone for the Ch'u Mountain.
He gave me this message for his friends and relations at Lo Yang:
My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup.
Written byLi Hai-ku, 19th Century
Composed byWang Ch'ang-Ling