How Are You, My Lord?

Whenever I wake from a dream at midnight, I seem to see you again, still dressed in a crimson robe embroidered with gold thread, pushing open the heavy door before you and smiling as you ask, "Are you well?" Feng'er, are you well? A beauty wasting away alone, don't laugh at the peach-blossom curse A river of spring water runs aground for you alone I raise my cup and sing of parting, recalling the strings of paired mandarin ducks I would trade my life to dwell forever in your heart The tides rise and fall, the moon wanes and waxes Seas change to fields, spring departs and returns Fate begins and ends, turns through the cycles, and falls to the mortal world Heaven and earth are drunk, sleepless Love's threads are like a dream Grief turns hair white Flowers bloom and fall, how many autumns have I waited through? A thousand years of waiting Only to break free from the cocoon and meet again The pain of a lifetime, I only wish you could understand ------ "Drunk on Love" (Renamed!)