It is spring, And somewhere in the night A lute is playing. It sings of youth and joy, And love.

Rain, Black clouds, Fallen blossoms and pale moon, The hurried flight of birds The arrival of lonely autumn

Down the Western hill the bright… Making yellow gold of all the air. On a lonely hilltop, away from the… A golden dragon stands staring, wi… Dreams that fade and die in the br…

For a moment The surrounding utters no sound. Time ceases. The paradise of dreams come true.

The dying sun lies sadly in the fa… The autumn wind blows mercilessly; The yellow leaves fall. From the mountain peak, Two streams parted unwillingly,

The sun sets low in the west; The farewell song is over; We are separating. Leaning on the sandalwood oar I g… Far away, the sky.

The wind is in high frolic with th… Outside the garden a little yellow… Clinging desparately to its mother… I pick up the leaf And put it in the book,

Though the night was made for lovi… And the day returns too soon. And so the time flies hopefully Although she’s far away. Other thoughts may come and go,

I live in memory of a dream Which has come and gone; In solitude I sit on my boat As it glides freely down the tranq… Across the blue sky, the swallows…

Our togetherness is like a sweet d… Too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose awakening should have been i… And now like a dream you will vani… And only in dream can we chance to…

I sit through the long night In the high tower, And listen to the autumn rain Outside my window. There is no sound of human life,

Once more I hold you in my arms; And once more I lost myself in A paradise of my own. Right now you and I are in A golden boat drifting freely on a…

Young man, Seize every minute Of your time. Thedays fly by; Ere long you too