LOVE IN A CERTAIN LIFE
Don’t look at me any
longer, my dear;
This fresh flower had
already turned sear.
Why did you continue to see
me again?
That would only give our
hearts pain.
He has finally forgotten me
for good.
Forgotten me? As he
completely could!
The autumn moon has broken
in two;
Which bird flown back to
its clime due?
Oh bird! ever happen to
meet him if you,
Send word, I still
remember, in the blues.
My life’s flower had so
obviously faded;
Every night I sob on sad
pillows shaded.
In any generation if we
love one another,
Mind! find the yet unblown
you’d rather.
Fresh flowers to freshness
always adhere;
Ingenuous love thus
encounters no fear.
My hot tears are soaking
the pillow white;
Where
are
you? where
you
are just tonight?
The bridal wine tastes
bitter, of my own?
Why do I have to drink it
up all alone?