Drinking Alone to the Moon
Amongst the flowers is a pot of wine,
I pour alone but with no friend at hand.
So I lift the cup to invite the shining moon,
Along with my shadow we become party of three.
The moon although understands none of drinking,
and The shadow just follows my body vainly.
Still I make the moon and the shadow my company，
To enjoy the spring time before too late .
The moon lingers while I am singing，
The shadow scatters while I am dancing .
We cheer in delight when being awake，
We separate apart after getting drunk .
Forever will we keep this unfettered friendship,
Till we meet again far in the Milky Way.