Emotion
A trace of shadow veils the light of the sun,
A pure breeze is ruffling at my robe
Swimming fishes dive through the limpid water,
Wheeling birds fly up to touch the sky
Far, far away the traveler has journeyed,
From such a voyage he can never return.
When he first set out, a cruel frost prevailed,
Now he journeys on as the white dew dries in the sun.
The traveler sighed at the song of the Drooping Millet,
Those who stayed home sang " Oh, how few, how few! "
Now quite cast down I face my honored guests,
Stricken with grief, my heart is full of sorrow.
A pure breeze is ruffling at my robe
Swimming fishes dive through the limpid water,
Wheeling birds fly up to touch the sky
Far, far away the traveler has journeyed,
From such a voyage he can never return.
When he first set out, a cruel frost prevailed,
Now he journeys on as the white dew dries in the sun.
The traveler sighed at the song of the Drooping Millet,
Those who stayed home sang " Oh, how few, how few! "
Now quite cast down I face my honored guests,
Stricken with grief, my heart is full of sorrow.
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