Half a City Shrouded in Smoke and Sand

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon bright,

Fallen leaves gather, then scatter again; cold crows roost, then startle into flight.

When will we meet again, we who yearn for each other? This night, this moment, is so hard to bear.

Step into the gate of longing, and you will know the pain of longing.

Longing endures, and memories linger; fleeting longing knows no end.

Had I known my heart would be bound like this, I would never have met you.

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