谈 聚 秋 夜
An Autumn Night Sitting with Friends
To lood at the colors this time of year is good.
To look at them while dining in a penthouse is even better.
We open the window and peak at the new crescent moon
And let simmered tea wash down our old worries.
The bunch of us linger, undisturbed, singing for our supper.
There are no other customers around.
It's cold and we're all in threadbare robes;
But still we "pass around the lamp" of witty conversation
And a little too bravely discuss the coming winter.