Awaiting Houyi: the Song of Cheng'E

A song is heard In the dead of night Her tears are shining in the sky so bright Tears of star light Her voice is delicate and drifts on the breeze As a jade flute sounds in the Cold moon palace Her weavings drape the icy halls in colors Warming up the room The smell of herbs and tonic flow throughout the silk laden halls As the rabit with hair as bright as precious jade Works diligently making the immortal cakes The sound of cheng'e is heard bouncing through the cold hallowed halls As she hopes this year Her loved one returns There she sits at her make up stall Eyes painted with blue starlight Rosy blush adoring lips. She dresses in her best silk hanfu Embroidered with the fenghuang and the longwu And wears her moonlit crown high As she waits for the bridge to be made again To reunite with her beloved houyi