To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"

My courtyard is small, windows idle,
spring is getting old.
Screens unrolled cast heavy shadows.
In my upper-story chamber, speechless,
I play on my jasper lute.

Clouds rising from distant mountains
hasten the fall of dusk.
Gentle wind and drizzling rain
cause a pervading gloom.
Pear blossoms can hardly keep from withering,
but droop.

The sky wishes you good night.
The stars whisper sweet dreams.
The moon sends hugs and kisses.

i am a hard man to love
not taken to it easily
and falling out of it,
just as difficult

Hey, you egotistical humans, do you realise that it is little creatures, not you, that rule the world?