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Garrison drum cut person action Autumn border one goose sound Dew from today night white Moon is homeland bright Have brother all disperse No home ask die life Send letter all not reach Condition be not stop fighting |
The army drum cuts off people's actions, A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn. Tonight we start the season of white dew, The moon is just as bright as in my homeland. My brothers are spread all throughout the land, No home to ask if they are living or dead. The letters we send always go astray, Still the fighting does not cease. |