A Song of an Autumn Night by Wang Wei
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
Has chilled the robe she will not change —
And she touches a silver lute all night,
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
† Wang Wei { ? • 761 AD}
Has chilled the robe she will not change —
And she touches a silver lute all night,
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
† Wang Wei { ? • 761 AD}
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