孟冬寒气至，北风何惨栗。
愁多知夜长，仰观众星列。
三五明月满，四五蟾兔缺。
客从远方来，遗我一书札。
上言长相思，下言久离别。
置书怀袖中，三岁字不灭。
一心抱区区，惧君不识察。
A cold current in early winter,
a north wind of bitter shivers.
This grief lengthens night.
I look up, see a million stars arrayed,
a full moon on the fifteenth
but on the twentieth the moon-rabbit's part gone.
From a far land, traveler, you came
and handed me a letter
with a first part about missing me,
a second part mourning long separation.
I put the letter in my sleeve
three years ago. The characters still speak.
My whole heart holds on with a passion.
I fear that you won't understand.
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