Part One Ci Poems

The South Palace Song

The Milky Way and stars turn around heaven, Hanging down the human world is the screen. The cold makes tears fall on the bed and pillow.

Putting offmy silk skirt, I'd like to know where tonight is to go?

Lotus small seedpods like the emerald,

Lotus roots grow up, green leaves turn yellow.

The old weather is unchangeable as the old gown.

Only my mind has no old style to follow.