That Autumn Chrysanthemum

Bright and clear moon shakes on the branch

There are no clouds in the silent night sky

But still losing sight of the twinkling stars

The neon lights shine on the street

Just like before

Waving little hands during daytime

Gingko trees that cheer facing the wind

Also fall asleep quietly

That honorable autumn chrysanthemum

In the pitch-dark and loneliness night

Now you are staying up late to fight for beauty with moonlight

Or already have rested to meet the morning sun tomorrow