LotusRoot(TotheTuneofYulouchun
ZhouBangyan
Young,wethrewawaythepastoralyears.
Nowlikeabrokenlotusrootitisimpossibletojointhepresentandthepast.
Then,wewaitedforeachother,standingbythevermilion-railedbridge.
Today,Isearchforthetraces,invain,alongthedesertedpathburiedunderyellowleaves.
Throughthemist,allthepeaksseemtobehighlightingtheblue.
Settingonthebackofawildgoose,thesunturnsintoadarkred.
Youleft,likeaclouddriftingaway,acrosstheriver.
Thememoryofourpassionislikeawillowcatkinstucktotheground,aftertherain.