February 12, 2005

Su Zhou Night Song (1941)

Su Zhou Night Song
What you hear when held to my breast
Is a ship song of dreams
A song of love
The Su Zhou of water
Is saddened by
The spring of scattered flowers
The willow sobs with regret

Shall we put it in your hair as an ornament?
Shall I kiss it?
That thing you blessed
The peach blossom
The misty moon that seems full of tears
Cold mountain temple

Posted by ander025 at February 12, 2005 2:54 PM