Shui tiao ko tou
The moon -- how old is it?
I hold the cup and ask the clear blue sky
But I don‘t know, in palaces up there
When is tonight?
If only I could ride the wind and see --
But no, jade towers
So high up, might be too cold
For dancing with my shadow --
How could there, be like here?
Turning in the red chamber
Beneath the carved window
The brightness baffles sleep
But why complain?
The moon is always full at parting
A man knows grief and joy, separation and reunion
The moon, clouds and fair skies, waxing and waning --
And old story, this struggle for perfection!
Here‘s to long life
This loveliness we share even a thousand miles apart!
水 调 歌 头
明 月几时有
把酒问青天
不知天上宫阙
今夕是何年
我欲乘风归去
又恐琼楼玉宇
高处不胜寒
起舞弄轻影
何似在人间转朱阁
低绮户
照无眠
不应有恨
何事长向别时圆
人有悲欢离合
月有阴晴圆缺
此 事古难全
但愿人长久
千里共婵娟
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