Fisherman's Song

The lake grows weeds,

Breeze delivers scents;

My boat drifts like rootless;

Fishing at daybreak,

Paddling back at dusk,

Busy all-day can’t feed my stomach;

Foggy the water,

ragged my garment,

year by year my life is bitter;

Dim the room,

she shows in my dream,

when can I take her home?


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