ENDLESS YEARNING II
"The sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers；
And the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless.
A Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder,
And a Shu lute begins to sound its mandarin-duck strings……
Since nobody can bear to you the burden of my song,
Would that it might follow the spring wind to Yanran Mountain.
I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky,
And my eyes that once were sparkling
Are now a well of tears.
……Oh, if ever you should doubt this aching of my heart,
Here in my bright mirror come back and look at me！"