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
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