Bed of Chrysanthemums
Your tears glisten with pain in their fragilityThe pale crescent hooks the pastThe endless night has crystallised into frostWho is it in the loft, destitute with cold hopelessness?
The rain slowly patters on the vermillon windowMy life is a tattered page battered by the windsFar-off dreams fading into mistYour image has been dissipated by the wind
Wilted chrysanthemums are spread across the floor; even your smile has turned faintly yellowThe falling flowers induce sadness, and my thoughts languishIn the passing of the north wind and the dusk, your shadow lingers onAnd standing by the lake, I only have my own reflection for company
Responding to the dusk, the flowers shed their brilliant shineThey wilter on life's path, meeting a tragic fateDon't cross the river in melancholyYou may spend a lifetime drifting, never reaching the shore
Whose empire is it now? The sound of horse hoofs thunders in the distance.My resplendent armour decays with the hounds of timeYour soft sigh heralds the first ray of dawnThe conclusion to another restless night
Wilted chrysanthemums are spread across the floor; even your smile has turned faintly yellowThe falling flowers induce sadness, and my thoughts languishIn the passing of the north wind and the dusk, your shadow lingers onAnd standing by the lake, I only have my own reflection for company