Written to the Tune of Sheng Ch’a-tzu by Niu Shi-chi

Spring mountains Fog about to disperseSky clearstars fewA fading moonshines on your cheekWe cry at partingas the day comes up So many wordsbut the feelingstrong as everTurning your headto look backyou call over and over Remember the Green-Skirt Girland everywhere on earthbe tender with the grass translated by C.H. Kwock Vincent McHugh