Beneath the Moon, Before the Steps (Gratitude for New Bounties)
- Poetry of Li Yu

Beneath the moon, before the steps, all cherry blossom has fallen,

Enwreathed in smoke, she looks sorrowful lying in bed.

She feels the same regret today as one long year ago.

Both braids like cloud in disarray, her face is wan and sallow,

The crimson corset wet from wiping tears.

But what's the reason why she suffers so?

She lies in a drunken dream before the window.