At the Xinzhou Water Pavilion
At the southern edge, around a turn,
The earth is filled by a sea of white;
The day has passed, but I haven’t returned
From this gardenia trance, both scent and sight.
Original Chinese poem by Zhang Hu
At the southern edge, around a turn,
The earth is filled by a sea of white;
The day has passed, but I haven’t returned
From this gardenia trance, both scent and sight.
Original Chinese poem by Zhang Hu
