To the tune of "Like a Dream" <br /> <br />Last night a sprinkling of rain, <br /> a violent wind. <br /> <br />After a deep sleep, still not recovered <br /> from the lingering effect of wine, <br />I inquired of the one rolling up the screen; <br />But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms <br /> are still the same." <br /> <br />"Oh, don't you know, don't you know? <br />The red must be getting thin, <br /> while the green is becoming plump."<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-4/
