【英译】 Lyrics to the
Spring-retaining Chant (Yan Jidao) 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.