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By Poet Li Shangyin
Translated by Laijon Liu

It’s difficult to meet, yet difficult to part
The east wind weakens, all flowers fade
Silkworm to death, gives out its last thread
Candle burns to ashes, its tear shall cease
In dawn mirror we’re sad, our hair all gray
At night we sing, the moonlight is so chill
From here to Immortal Peak, a few roads
Blue bird ardently flies, trying to get there

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