The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

           Prelude To Water Melody

                           By Sushi

               Translated by Ying Zhongge （应中革）

                          2003-12-12

How often is the moon bright?

How old is the Metagalaxy?

What year is it in the heaven?

I looked up asking the sky,

In hand with a cup of wine.

I meant to fill away home,

But I fear the Fairy Palace of Jade.

Staying so high I would feel cold,

And dance with only my own shadow.

It does not seem like the human world.

Round red-lacquered doors,

Onto beautiful families,

The moon brightens all the sleepless.

Don’t complain about a full moon,

Though it should be a half-moon,

When people part the best of friends.

Either separation or reunion we experience.

Either dim wax or bright wane the moon turns.

It is a permanent pity from of old ever since.

The parted people shall live long ages.

Enjoy the same moon at a 1000-mile distance .