For you Sushi
In Mid-autumn of the year of Bingchen, I have been drinking all night long. In drunkenness, I write this, to send my miss to you, my brother, Ziyou.
When does the bright moonlight shine?
I raise my liquor, and ask the cyan sky.
Don't know what year tonight is,
in the palace high up above the sky.
I long for riding away with the wind,
back to where I once belonged.
Yet the jade halls give me fear,
for the higher it is, the colder I will have to bear.
So I start to dance,
with my clear shadow aside.
And from there,
the Earth disappeared.
The moon turns,
and brightened the red attics.
And when the night is late,
it shines through the sleepless's drapes.
The moon need not have hate,
but how come
it is only full,
when we are apart?
People have joys and sorrows,
we part, and we rejoin.
The moon has its rainy, and shiny days,
either full, or partly hidden.
Perfect is what we can never get,
for it has been this way all along.
The only thing I wish,
is long live the lives,
may the moonlight still shine.