Like dreams pass world affairs untold,
How many autumns in our life are cold!
My corridor is loud with wind-blown leaves at night.
See my brows frown and hair turn white!
Of my poor wine few guests are proud;
The bright moon is oft veiled in cloud.
Who would enjoy with me the mid-autumn moon lonely?
Winecup in hand, northward I look only.
世事一场大梦，
人生几度秋凉。
夜来风叶已鸣廊，
看取眉头鬓上。
酒贱常愁客少，
月明多被云妨。
中秋谁与共孤光？
把盏凄然北望。