Joy at Meeting
Alone in silence
Ascending the west building,
Crescent moon curves like a hook.
Deep courtyard with lonely Parasol trees
Locks the desolate autumn.
Not cuttable,
Not sortable,
Is the sorrow of parting.
There are indescribable feelings
Stired up in my heart .
无言独上西楼，
月如钩。
寂寞梧桐深院锁清秋。
剪不断，
理还乱，
是离愁。
别是一般滋味在心头。
