TUNE: THINKING OF THE FAR-OFF ONERed leaves and yellow blooms fall, late autumn is done.

I think of my far-roving one.

Gazing on clouds blown away by the breezeAnd messageless wild geese,Where can I send him word under the sun?

My endless tears drip down by windowsideAnd blend with ink when they’re undried.

I write down the farewell we bade;My deep love impearled throws a shadeOn rosy papers and they fade.

思远人红叶黄花秋意晚，千里念行客。

飞云过尽?

归鸿无信，何处寄书得？

泪弹不尽当窗滴，就砚旋研墨。

渐写到别来，此情深处，红笺为无色。

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