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I like sitting alone when the moon is shining
And there are two pines standing before the veranda
A breeze comes from the southwest,
Creeping into the branchesand leaves.
Under the brilliant moon at midnight
It whistles a cool distant music,
Like rustling rains in empty mountains
And there serene harp-strings in the fall.
On first hearing them, the heat of summer is washed away;
And this suppocating boredom comes to an end.
So I keep awake the whole night,
Both the heart and the body become clear.
Along the south street coaches and horses are stirring,
In the west city sounds of playing and singing,
Who knows that under the roof trees of this place
The ears are full, but not with nose.
Wow nice song. But I have no idea about songs. I like song but I have no knowledge about songs. Songs always give us pleasure and we can enjoy our life with songs.