Seek and seek, find naught but chill,
all bleak, desolate and still.
When warm turns to cold,
the hardest peace to hold.
Three cups, two light drinks of wine,
how can they the night's swift winds confine?
Even the geese flying past,
strike a sorrow that old acquaintances cast.

Yellow flowers lie in heaps on the ground,
who now to pick them around?
Watching by the window, alone,
how can black of night be borne?
The parasol trees with drizzling rain,
till dusk falls, pitter-patter again.
This time, how can 'sorrow' fully explain the pain?

Seek and seek, find naught but chill,
all bleak, desolate and still.
When warm turns to cold,
the hardest peace to hold.
Three cups, two light drinks of wine,
how can they the night's swift winds confine?
Even the, even the geese flying past,
strike a sorrow that old acquaintances cast.

Yellow flowers lie in heaps on the ground,
who now to pick them around?
Watching by the window, alone,
how can black of night be borne?
The parasol trees with drizzling rain,
till dusk falls, pitter-patter again.
This time, how can 'sorrow' fully explain the pain?

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