Half of the plum tree is in blossom.
She tells the moon that they are victim.
The plum hugs the moon every night.
But, they have to part in each twilight.
Though she gives her fragrant heart to him;
Yet their love affair is getting dim.
When the earth is married to the moon;
Their love-sickness will then be cured soon.
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem