Tune: “Screened by Southern Curtain”
Emerald clouds above
And yellow leaves below,
O’er autumn-tinted waves, cold, green mists grow.
The sun slants o’er the hills, the waves blend with the sky,
Unfeeling grass grows sweet beyond the mountains high.
A homesick heart
Lost in thoughts deep,
Only sweet dreams each night can retain me in sleep.
Don’t lean alone on rails when the bright moon appears!
Wine in sad bowels would turn into nostalgic tears.