Following the Rhymes of Autumn Night Song by Meng Tzu-chou, Signatory Official of the Board of Rites
Heaven expands, autumn arcs high, the night still long.
Floating particles of dust, utterly vanished;
fog fills the air.
Pure, pure, solitary moon
turns above the high wall;
the golden well sounds: it is the dropping of the dew.
The jade stairs show no color, then —
they look like frost;
no human voice is heard, only
the cicadas' chant.
Floating particles of dust, utterly vanished;
fog fills the air.
Pure, pure, solitary moon
turns above the high wall;
the golden well sounds: it is the dropping of the dew.
The jade stairs show no color, then —
they look like frost;
no human voice is heard, only
the cicadas' chant.
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