Are you cold? For you're trembling like an autumn leaf. The breeze is chill here, Let me walk with you slowly, holding your hand in mine.
Look, the sky is so clear, And the spring stars are twinkling; The eyebrow-like crescent moon is pretty and gleaming, So much joy and brightness above your head. Look, how delicate and soft are the lights With warm orange glow through the silk window, Aren't they lightening you up a little, Despite your ocean-deep sorrow?
Look, the warmth now rushes to your fingertips, And a smile appears on your lips---- Can't you feel life in your bosom After so many years of yearning?