How Much Regret?

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How much regret,

In a dream last night?

I wandered back to my hunting lodge,

as in the past:

The chariots ran on like a stream

And the horses galloped like flying dragons.

The blossoms, the moonlight and teh gentle wind

were the joy of spring.

How many tears

On my face and cheeks?

I should not tell the secret in my heart,

Nor should you play the phoenix flute

while our eyes are still wet.

For that would be too much to endure.

© Li Yu