Tz'u No. 6 (Waiting For You) by Li Ching Chao
To the tune of "Red Lips"
Lonely in my secluded chamber, A thousand sorrows fill every inch of my sensitive being.
Regretting that spring has so soon passed, That rain drops have hastened the falling followers, I lean over the balustrade, Weary and depressed.
Where is my beloved?
Only the fading grassland stretches endlessly toward the horizon; Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
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