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砧聲住，
蛩韻切，
靜寥寥門掩清秋夜。
秋心鳳闕，
秋愁雁堞，
秋夢胡蝶。
十載故鄉心，
一夜郵亭月。
The beetles still,
The crickets trill,
Clear autumn shut outdoors in night tranquil.
Where is the Phoenix Tower high?
Grieved to see parapet nigh,
I dream to be a butterfly.
My homesickness for ten long years
In tonight’s alien dream appears.
