長
安
一
片
月
,
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
萬
戶
擣
衣
聲
;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
秋
風
吹
不
盡
,
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
總
是
玉
關
情
。
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....
何
日
平
胡
虜
?
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
良
人
罷
遠
征
。
And my husband come back from the long campaign!
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