The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon bright. Autumn leaves gather, then scatter; startled crows roost in the cold.
When will we meet again, face to face? On a night like this, longing is hard to bear.
Step into the gate of longing, and you will know the pain of yearning.
Yearning that lasts brings memories that last; fleeting longing knows no end.
Had I known love would entangle my heart like this, I would never have met you in the first place.
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