Dawn in Taiyuan, silent shadows spoke her name and unsubdued thoughts weaved a wild dance.

My heart swings, no human passions speak at this time.
I looked at the moon, voiceless in this darksome place.

The silent morning greets my soul and hides the secret sorrows of the night. And she so good and kind, her beauty hovers in the air.

Now I cannot see the morning moon and shadows tremble in cold despair.

As I reach out for the sudden echoes of our love that flicker in this grey morning light.

I wake to listen.