I lean alone on balcony in light,light breeze;
As far as the eyes see,
On the horizon dark parting grief grows unseen.
In fading sunlight rises smoke over grass green.
Who understands why mutely on the rails I lean?
I'd drown in wine my parting grief:
Chanting before the cup,strained mirth brings no relief.
I find my gown too large,but I will not regret;
It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
