To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" <br /> <br />The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. <br />Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red <br /> and snow-white. <br /> <br />This reminds me that after the blooming <br /> of the cherry-apple tree <br />It is time to lament the dying spring. <br /> <br />Singing and drinking have come to an end; <br /> jade cups are empty; <br />Lamps are flickering. <br /> <br />Hardly able to bear the sorrows and regrets <br /> of my dreams, <br />I hear the mournful cry of the cuckoo.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-12/
