:), Thanks, Dr. Kowawa:)
Here comes another one——
Fair as snow right after their evening makeup,
The court ladies swirl in and line up.
Flute’s melody echoes afar,
through clouds and wind it travels with ease,
Pipa sings tirelessly,
stanza after stanza with unprecedented beats.
Who is standing by the wind,
scattering the fragrant powder?
Tipsy with endless moods,
your finger taps gently on the baluster.
As the horse shoes step into the bottomless night,
the moon unveils her luminous mirror.
So put away the the candles with golden stands,
'tis the quiet moonlight
what I truly want to treasure.
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