No title, Li shang yin 无题 李商隐

so precious time that we meet, so hard we part
wind is weak from east, petals not complete
silkworm spin to death, candles cry until ash
morning in front of mirror but worry hair turn white
evening chant and the moon feels cold
there is no many roads from 'Peng' hill,
green birds would show you the way by hospitality

相見時難別亦難，東風無力百花殘
春蠶到死絲方盡，蠟炬成灰淚始幹
曉鏡但愁雲鬢改，夜吟應覺月光寒
蓬山此去無多路，青鳥殷勤為探看