Looking at the Moon and Longing for One Far Away

Zhang Jiuling

Over the sea grows the moons bright;

We gaze on it far, far apart.

Lovers complain of long, long night;

They rise and long for the dear heart.

Candles blown out, fuller is light;

My coat put on, I’m moist with dew.

As I can’t hand you moonbeams white,

I got to bed to dream of you. ukAOXCZg1Lvpa2r3KSyv21WqgW7YDMQ66MVDg6MdvBDySyDoVGCispbAQ8MRKTmJ