Hair White as Snow

A paling crescent,
My languishing beloved;
Raising another cup of chill,
Snow flying, I drink my fill.
Who must overturn the chest to previous life,
Bits of love affairs stirred up alive?

As life reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew,
We meet, fall in love, then part
For the sake of our bound lot.
Your brows knit in frown deep,
For rosy cheeks yellowing with age, you weep.
Should annals of history turn to dust,
Still my love would be burning and never rust.

Of thousands of waters bustling to East,
I take one scoop of love to taste,
Obsessed with the butterfly
Fluttering from your fairy life.

Your moonlit hairs, white as snow
Outshine the picture of our parting in woe.
Incense burning away,
Who's touched by what I pray.
I invite the Moon to witness
The purity of my reminiscence.
Our love will last flawless
In her limpid radiance.

Your hair's now as white as snow.
Alas! My tears endlessly flow.
Has my lifetime wait
worn away my own youth,
or furrowed your face, or both?
In the tipsy mundane world
Days reel along.
Nothing can erase my LOVE word
I engrave on the stele for long.

La-r-La La-r-La La-r-La-r-La
La-r-La La-r-La La-r-La-r-La
The bronze mirror revived your naive trail,
As you were bunching a ponytail.
My dear, play spoiled as you please.
I'd keep you company this life, wining at ease!