وداع في نزل يون يانغ مع هان شين

وداع في نزل يون يانغ مع هان شين

An old friend, parted by rivers and seas,

How many times have mountains and rivers kept us apart?

Suddenly meeting, I almost doubt it's real—like a dream,

We gaze at each other in sorrow, each asking the other's age.

A lone lamp, coldly shining through the rain,

Deep bamboo, darkly drifting with mist.

And now there is tomorrow's grief to bear—

We cherish the shared cup as it passes between us.