【Southern Song】 Drunk Flower Shade

(center)Deeper shadows of flowers grow thin, the gentle breeze brushes the painted pavilion. A cup ready to drift into dreams, intoxication already mourns the autumn. Loneliness shares the quiet with the zither, so one keeps sorrow as company. Where peach dimples blush with makeup, cold mist passes the eyes. Pillow kisses tears flowing, only letting the cup be smelled. The pavilion sends letters cold, worldly hatred never ends. Beaded flowers stain copper rust, cold rain is weaving tenderly. Banana leaves wet with melancholy, the poetic charm by the window is old.