I miss you disco.

Written for Old Friends in Yang-Jou City While Spending the Night on the Tung-lu River
Meng Hau-Ran, Tang Dynasty, Early 730s A.D.

I hear the apes howl sadly
In dark mountains.
The blue river
Flows swiftly through the night.

The wind cries
In the leaves on either bank.
The moon shines
On a solitary boat.

These wild hills
Are not my country.
I think of past ramblings
In the city with you.

I will take
These two lines of tears,
And send them to you
Far away
At the western reach of the sea.