Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.
Heartbroken, aging, alone, I sing
To myself. Ragged mist settles
In the spreading dusk. Snow skurries
In the coiling wind. The wineglass
Is spilled. The bottle is empty.
The fire has gone out in the stove.
Everywhere men speak in whispers.
I brood on the uselessness of letters.
戰哭多新鬼，愁吟獨老翁。
亂雲低薄暮，急雪舞迴風。
瓢棄尊無綠，爐存火似紅。
數州訊息斷，愁坐正書空。
亂雲低薄暮，急雪舞迴風。
瓢棄尊無綠，爐存火似紅。
數州訊息斷，愁坐正書空。
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