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By S. Li

        Hard to meet you,

        Harder to miss you.

        Flowers withered

        As wind languishes eastward.

        Silkworms kept spinning till death,

        Just like candles cease to drip

        only after burning out completely.

        I hate to see my gray hairs 

        from mirror every morning.

        And I feel chilly at night

        when reciting love poems under moonlight

        without you by my side.

        I know Mount Peng-lai is not that far away,

        Still I'll ask Cupid to look after you for me

        in my absence.

谁是无题的专家

独家原创英译，版权所有。未经作者同意，请勿转载。