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                 李煜 

Xiang Jian Huan(Five Dynasties)Li Yu

In silence I walked up West Lodge,
The moon a mere sickle.
A lone parasol tree in a deep courtyard.
That locked up a limpid autumn.

A feeling welled up,
Too stubborn to be severed,
Too tangled to be sorted.
It’s the sorrow of parting,
It’s a strange emotion that's heart-pervading.