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Red lotus scent fades, mat feels autumn cold

Unlace my gauze robe, I alone step on the boat


Who can bring his letter on silk through clouds?
When courier geese return, West chamber th moon would fold
Water has to flow, flowers fade and float
One lovesickness ties two sorrow places remote
This feeling has no way to be repelled
Once off my eyebrows, upon my heart it would hold