Li Yu (937-938)
Ci to the tune of "
Night Crow Calling"
The flowered woods have
dropped their springtime rose garlands,
So soon, so soon.
But night-blowing winds and the
cold dawn rain were bound to be.
Your tear-stained blush will keep me
Drinking here beside you.
Then--who knows when, again?
Our lives are sad
like rivers flowing always toward the sea.