作者:佚名
ZHOU Bangyan – Lyrics to the Lament of Those Behind Adorned WindowsSomeone gives my drunken self a hand in mounting the horse,Morning breezes puff through, yet they sober me not.Reflected in the rippling water are green tiles and crimson eaves,Through veils of *ping willows, I a ferry terminal come across.Once upon a time I wrote on the now failing wall an in*ion,Covered in cobwebs it is, over the fading ink mosses grow.I think of what has come and gone, years like water have flowed by,Long I hang about, infused with autumn thoughts are my sighs.I've grown tired of revisiting where I had been,Whatever happened in Jiangling,Why bother at all asking Yang Qiong of it a
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