To the tune of "Song of Peace" <br /> <br />Year by year, in the snow, <br />I have often gathered plum flowers, <br /> intoxicated with their beauty. <br />Fondling them impudently <br />I got my robe wet with their lucid tears. <br /> <br />This year I have drifted to the corner <br /> of the sea and the edge <br /> of the horizon, <br />My temples have turned grey. <br /> <br />Judging by the gust of the evening wind, <br />It is unlikely I will again <br /> enjoy the plum blossoms.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-13/
