After The Fresh Blossoms Have Gone - Poem by Ouyang Xiu
Fresh flower pass after west lake good
Messy remnant red
Fly cottony misty
Weeping willow railing all sun wind
Pipe song scatter end visitor go
Start feel spring empty
Down down curtain curtain
Pair swallow return come thin rain in
After the fresh blossoms have gone- West Lake is good.
Tattered scraps of remnant red,
Mist of cotton catkins flying,
Weeping willow by the railing in the wind and sun.
Pipes and song scatter and cease, visitors depart.
I start to feel that spring is empty,
Let the curtain fall back down,
A pair of swallows going home through the drizzly rain.
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