Parting with Li Po on the Tung-ting Lake
To-day at the time of falling leaves we meet only to part
On the autumn waters of the Tung-ting, that stretch afar to the horizon.
And while talking together of our good old time at the metropolis of gold,
We turn to the northern sky and gaze at the stars of the Ursa Major, our eyes filled with tears.
On the autumn waters of the Tung-ting, that stretch afar to the horizon.
And while talking together of our good old time at the metropolis of gold,
We turn to the northern sky and gaze at the stars of the Ursa Major, our eyes filled with tears.
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