Done playing the lute, but still full of feeling
Done playing the lute, but still full of feeling,
I rise and climb the terrace on the river.
The waters are deserted—autumn for thousands of miles,
and not a single boat to be seen.
I rise and climb the terrace on the river.
The waters are deserted—autumn for thousands of miles,
and not a single boat to be seen.
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