Lodging for the night
Stopping at a riverside town
I stay the night in an army camp
Alone in my room,
I watch the candle burns low
The clear autumn air chills the courtyard
The notes of a bugle ache my heart.
Mid-sky the moon is brilliant
but who is there to see?
The mountain pass is closed
The road ahead is difficult
And all news are lost in the dust and wind
Ten years have passed
As I search for a branch to rest and shelter.