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On bowed bed beneath a moonbeam bright,

And what befell upon the ground this night?

Raise up and see the moons envious face,

Sink down and think upon another place.

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night thoughts

before the bed the moon light like

frost on earth face

raised against the moon bright then

lowered, towards home.

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moon light in front of my bed

why is my floor wet

look up to gaze the moon

look down to think of home

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The shimmering shadow in front of my bed,

Wonder if somehow it’s freezing frost?

I tilt my head to gape at the full moon,

Then I look back down and yearn for my motherland.

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Laying in a bed in front of bright moonlight

Frost is on the ground, looks suspected

Raising head and gazing at bright sky

Made to think about native land, old ages

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The moonlight illuminates my bed front

and the floor turns to frost.

Lifting a head to the glimmering moon,

relax yourself, and think of home.

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front of bed. moonlight shimmers

frosted ground, likely

look up, see bright moon

look down, think of home

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Lying on the bed, moonlight

like frost on the ground, it seems

Looking up at the glowing

And then down, The Homesickness

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A bleam of bright moonlight pierces through the window

Scattering in from of my bed

I imagine it as frozen frost on the ground

I raise my head

Gazing upon the moon that brightens my room

I lower my head

Reminiscing about my homeland

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Moon makes night light dance

Like Lancaster white snowflake prance

Oval moon in abyss of dark

While I gaze from lands apart

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Lying abed before the moonlight

Seeming like frost upon the ground

Gaze upturned towards this bright moon

And downturned towards the past.

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moon light in front bed,

like frost one the ground,

gaze at moon head raised,

eyes low think of home.

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Moonlight scattered, like frost,

on the ground before the bed.

Gazing at the bright moon,

dropping my head,

I miss my homeland.

Fann no.1

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moonlight seeps in, silent and bright

the snow falls on a quiet night

above me, the moon

afar, home

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Moonlight frosted on the floor

Cold, unable to sleep

Gazing at the moon above

Nostalgia, head bending low

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Light pouring down

The ground like frost

I raise my head to meet the moon,

I bow my head to meet the memory

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The light of the full moon falls on the wall before the bed

There is a tricky charm of the frost on a ground

I raise my head to look at the moon and find and answer

The eyes are closed thinking about my place.

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a bed bathed in moonlight

a land covered with frost

I gaze at the moon

head lowering with thoughts of home

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Frost-like moonlight scattered,

On the ground before my bed.

Luna met my gaze;

I turned,

Drooping,

trying to picture homeland in my head.

Fann no.2

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Translated by Danny

I wake up from my dream and

look at the bright moon outside the window

Moonlight, like frost

puddle in front of my bed

My eyelids get heavy

the last thing I remember is

nodding my head while thinking about my hometown

Am I dreaming or am I awake,

Why would I let my hometown disrupt my sleep ?

Probably, still dreaming.

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the bed rests in front of the shining moon

suspicion is found on the frost ground

as I raise my gaze to observe the moon I fall

back to the remembrance of my homeland

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moonlight floods the room and bed

seemingly covering the floor with frost

head raised sight sparkles with moonlight

head lowered drifting back homewards

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I sit in my bed

Looking outside at what is being illuminated by the moon

I suspect something is buried on the grown

It is beginning to frost

I gaze into the moon

Then down, and think of what is gone

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Bed front very moony,

like ground got too cold.

Lift head, blinded by moonlight,

Look away, think of warm home.

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Moonlight,

streaming in front of my bed

Oh, is it frost on the ground?

Looking up, for a gaze at the moon

Looking down, for my hometown I miss

Oh, where have I been?

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Shimmering moonlight at my feet,

As if the floor was covered in sleet.

I look to the skies, the luminous moon I behold,

Yet I lower my gaze, homesick and oh so cold.

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a bedside splash of moonlight

creeps like the morning frost

gaze that lingers on the moon

dragged down by homeward longing

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in front of the bed lies the moon’s soft light

shining bright like frost on the ground

I raise my head gazing at the full moon’s glow

then lower it, my thoughts drift to my distant home

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Line 6

And the world is green and fat, then red and thin.

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Sleep doesn’t help

I’m still drunk as hell