歌词翻译 (English)
Happiness and Meeting (Ascending the West Cupola Alone)
Silent and alone, I ascend the West Cupola; The moon was like a golden hook.
In the quiet, empty, inner courtyard, the coolness of early autumn enveloped the wutong tree.
Scissors cannot cut this thing;
Unraveled, it joins again and clings; It is the sorrow of separation.
And none tastes to the heart like this.
(Repeat)