To Hsiao Shih-ying

In nineteen years, we have parted, and met;
now I meet you, part from you again —
how heavy the feeling!
We brew tea, and sweep the ground
to share with the moonlight,
face each other, and play our lute
until the bells of dawn.
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Hsieh Chin
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