Lovesickness（I）
I yearn for one
Who’s in Chang’an
In autumn crickets wail beside the golden rail;
The first frost, although light, invades the bed’s delight.
My lonely lamp burns dull, of longing I would die;
Rolling up screens to view the moon, in vain I sigh.
My flower-like Beauty is high
Up as clouds in the sky.
Above, the boundless heaven blue is seen;
Below, the endless river rolls its billows green.
My soul can’t fly o’er sky so vast nor earth so wide;
In dreams I can’t go through mountain pass to her side.
We are so far apart,
The yearning breaks my heart.
