this is a classic oso
Seek and not find,
lonesome mind,
desolate, forlorn kind.
About to be warm, yet quite cold still,
most hard to keep oneself from ill.
Three pints, two cups tasteless liquor,
how to withstand such evening chill?
A wild goose flew by,
heartache hour,
one old friend known!
Yellow petals on the ground piled,
wan and sallow, and withered,
who would pluck them still?
Sitting by the window, alone,
languishing in the approaching dark.
Wutong tree by thin rain washed,
dripping-dropping
till dusk.
Alas, this sorrow of mine,
how can you say: just a melancholic tune!
(a pretty good translation too....)
