I drown my sorrows in this melancholy autumn,
Hometown is in my dream, sadness in my poem.
The Meinan's red sun shines on my heart,
followed by winds of banana and rain of coconut.
Only tunes and essays can lighten my poor mood,
While duckweeds mirror the broad moonlight so good.
But such a scene of sweetness,
still has difficulty to help remove my sadness.
Alas! I hear my sword wail in despair depths.
As I recall your tenderness, I am afraid,
As if a knight more timid than a maid.
(First version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY7IlYsQilY
August 12, 2015