chrysanthemum platform

Your tears glisten,laced with pain.
The crescent moon hangs in the past pale with sickness.
Cool night,too long turns to frost.
Who is on the tower frozen in despair?The rain drums lightly on a crimson pane.
My destiny is written on paper fluttering in the wind.
Distant dreams rise like incense.
Melting into night is your image.
Chrysanthemum fall weeping to the ground.Traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll your heart now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest, the north wind blows.Not yet dawn,your shadow clear and close.
Only the companion, on the south, on the lake, a couple mirrored.
Blossoms of evening air,beauty undimmed, scatter everywhere. A fate hard to swallow.
Sadness, do not cross the river your autumn heart will sink. drowning in longing,you will not reach the other shore, whose hills and rivers echo with the clamour of hooves.
My armour is shredded by the dividing hour.
The sky slowly brightens,your sighs, silk soft weave a night of sorrows,so fragile,so spare.