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Translate into English as well for those who keep complaining
cannot read Chinese words.
A LUTE SONG
Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow,
Asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
Toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are
flying,
Frost is on ten thousand trees, and the wind blows through our
clothes;
But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery
candles,
And the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of
Chu.
Once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:
A spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin....
But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await
him,
And so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy
mountains.
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I fear the truth until I saw the ugliness in lie.
I fear hate until I saw that it was nothing more than
ignorance.
I fear my destiny until i realise that I had the power to change my
life.
I fear love until it touched my heart, making darkness fade into
endless sunny days.
