Drinking Under The Moon......[Poem]
Drinking under the Moon
Among the flowers from a pot of wine
I drink alone beneath the bright moonshine.
I raise my cup to invite the moon, who blends
Her light with my shadow and were three friends.
The moon does not know how to drink her share;
In vain my shadow follows me here and there.
Together with them for time I stay
And make merry before spring's spend away.
I sing the moon to linger with my song;
My shadow disperses as I dance along.
Sober, we three remain cheerful and sway;
Drunken, we part and each goes his own way.
Our friendship will outshine all earthly love;
Next time we'll meet beyond the stars above.