I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
Sometimes all you need is a good cup of tea and a few quiet moments to yourself 鈽曪笍
I believe that all can hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to
See, I head home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain