Endless Sorrow
Music by Are Bin

Endless yearning
Here in Ch’ang-an,
Where the cricket spinners cry autumn
by The rail of the golden well,
Where flecks of frost blow chill,
and the bedmat's color, cold.
No light from the lonely lantern,
the longing almost broken ----
Then roll up the curtain, gaze on the moon,
heave the sigh that does no good.
A lady lovely like the flowers,
beyond that wall of clouds,
Above, the blue dark of heavens high,
And below, the waves of pale waters.
Endless the sky, far the journey,
the fleet soul suffers in flight,
And in its dreams can’t touch its goal
through the fastness of barrier mountains----
An endless yearning
Crushes my heart.

By Li-Bai from the Tang Dynasty