Lean on the balustrade
- Poetry of Liu Yong

Lean on the balustrade,wind blows coldly.

stare afar at this withering spring,sadness surges.

On the grass which shone by the sunset,

who would know what i'm thinking about?

I try to get drunk in this day,i tried.

sing with the wine,but i never truly feel the happiness.

With the languishing body,my shirt becomes so small to me,

but if i do this,so i can yearn for you everyday,i don't regret.