The leaves are falling, the wild geese flying south The water is cold here, the wind from the North. I remember my home, where the Xiang River bends Hidden by the clouds of Chu.
I weep for my village, ’til my tears are spent I spy a lonely sail that stares at the sky Indulge me, where is the delta ferry? The lake is peaceful and boundless.
The leaves are falling, the wild geese flying south
ReplyDeleteThe water is cold here, the wind from the North.
I remember my home, where the Xiang River bends
Hidden by the clouds of Chu.
I weep for my village, ’til my tears are spent
I spy a lonely sail that stares at the sky
Indulge me, where is the delta ferry?
The lake is peaceful and boundless.