Saying Goodbye at a Water Pavilion Feast

Silent night, deserted town,
A cold pond and a warehouse wall.
The frontier cicadas already buzz,
And the tree leaves change for fall.
Your road will touch the distant sky,
But we’ll sing until the morning call.
Unable to watch you leave us behind,
The plunging moon like a hook befalls.

Original Chinese poem by Tang Qiu

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