Poem in Tune of Caisangzi
by Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty)
When young, I don't have any notions what woes really mean;
Just love to get on floors so high.
Just love to get on floors so high;
To write new poems, I try to say the words of woe and spleen.
But now I fully have ideas of what woe really is;
About to speak, but hold it back.
About to speak, but hold it back;
I only make it as how good and cool the autumn is.