Willow weeps by the river
Its crystal tears break the flow
Wakes the underworld from their dreams
Holding their breath they gaze in silence
Softly mourning is the wind
Sway the willow back and forth
Its crystal tears are blown away
Though blend with mist still can be seen
Melancholic tune of flute is gently heard
Sadden the willow’s tender heart
Sing the willow a blue tune
Painted the underworld in gray
Willow bends to steal a glimpse
The ripple moon is as far as it is seen
The mirror reflects and the willow sees
A crying willow at the brim
14 November 1999, Sunday
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