Translated by A. Z. Foreman - My Jewelled Mat Feels like Fall lyrics

My j**eled mat feels like fall — scents wilt from the once-red lotus flower With silken skirt drawn loose I board　my magnolia boat alone with the hour Who is it that sends a gilded letter my way across the clouds? News-bearing geese return with the season 　when chill of moonlight fills the tower The wind-stripped flowers are blown away and the river just coldly runs The longing we bear is one and the same — an idling grief in two places at once This feeling goes on and I just can't find it in me to put it out When it falls from the brim of my brows that moment 　it climbs to the rim of my heart and dawns