Tune: Silk-Washing Stream

I compose a new song and drink a cup of wine

In the bower of last year when weather is as fine.

When will you come back like the sun on the decline?

Deeply I sigh for the fallen flowers in vain;

Vaguely I seem to know the swallows come again.

Loitering on the garden path, I alone remain.

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