ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight，
Watching it alone from the window of her chamber-
For our boy and girl， poor little babes，
Are too young to know where the Capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist，
Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
……When shall we lie again， with no more tears，
Watching this bright light on our screen？