桂
魄
初
生
秋
露
微
,
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
轻
罗
已
薄
未
更
衣
。
Has chilled the robe she will not change –
银
筝
夜
久
殷
勤
弄
,
And she touches a silver lute all night,
心
怯
空
房
不
忍
归
。
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
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