A Maid's Thanks for a Mirror

Your messenger came to bring me a jewelled mirror,
Grand, grand as the round moon
When a mirror ages it shines the brighter,
When a person ages so passions decline
I accept your mirror, hang it on the empty stand,
To this day never reopened
Don't you see that lone paradise bird?
From where will lost love's soul appear?
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Hsü Ling
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