Butterflies in Love with Flowers (Parting with Li Gongze At a spring evening) Su Dongpo
Flowers rustle, falling alone while no wind blows,
In the lonely garden, getting old are cherries and willows.
The setting sun shines on where we sit with sentiment ,
Lying on the top of that hill the clouds look broken.
The road ends, the river turns, the rudder gets fatigued,
At the village, the light and moon look desolate.
My soul flies, I lean on my stick, calling your name,
I'll miss you, my friend, I know you will do the same.
(I translated this last year)