The Ruined Terrace
When long ago Liang's prince was in his glory,
Among his guests were many men of talent
And now remote, across a thousand years,
There are only the ruins of his high terrace.
In utter silence I face the autumn grasses,
And a sad wind comes from a thousand miles.
Among his guests were many men of talent
And now remote, across a thousand years,
There are only the ruins of his high terrace.
In utter silence I face the autumn grasses,
And a sad wind comes from a thousand miles.
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