How long shall we have the bright moon?
Winecup raised, I ask the blue sky.
I wonder what year it is tonight.
In heaven's place up high.
I would like to ride on the wind home.
But fear the crystal halls and jade dome.
May be too high and cold to vie.
To dance with one's own shadow light,
Liking not in men's world hereby.
Round the masions,
Through the gauzed windows,
On the sleepless guy,
The moon should have no spite;
Then she's apt to be full when men part, why?
Men have woes or jos, part or united,
Moon may have wane or wax, br dim or bright.
None hase been perfect all the way.
Just wish we will live longand share
Her beauty, though we're miles away.
Winecup raised, I ask the blue sky.
I wonder what year it is tonight.
In heaven's place up high.
I would like to ride on the wind home.
But fear the crystal halls and jade dome.
May be too high and cold to vie.
To dance with one's own shadow light,
Liking not in men's world hereby.
Round the masions,
Through the gauzed windows,
On the sleepless guy,
The moon should have no spite;
Then she's apt to be full when men part, why?
Men have woes or jos, part or united,
Moon may have wane or wax, br dim or bright.
None hase been perfect all the way.
Just wish we will live longand share
Her beauty, though we're miles away.