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On winter nights, the night cold makes one feel its length; I sit in deep contemplation for a long time in the northern hall.

Ice seals the wells, and moonlight enters the women's quarters; the golden lamp, its greenish flame congealed, shines upon sorrowful sobs.

With the heavenly eye unobstructed, the golden lamp is extinguished; the sobbing grows more intense.

With the heavenly ear unobstructed, I cover my tears and listen to your song.

With the heavenly eye unobstructed, Wei Xu moves; the song has sound, and I have feeling.

With the heavenly ear unobstructed, Wei Xu moves; when feeling and sound accord, neither is at odds.

If a single word does not please me, let ten thousand songs from you send the dust from the roof beams flying.

The Candle Dragon dwells in the Gate of Cold; its radiant light still opens like dawn.

Why does the sun and moon shining upon it not reach this place? Only the north wind roars furiously down from the heavens.

On Mount Yan, snowflakes are as large as mats, each flake blown down upon the Xuanyuan Terrace.

In Youzhou, a longing wife in the twelfth month stops singing and ceases to smile, her brows withered by grief.

With the heavenly eye unobstructed, Wei Xu moves; leaning against the door, I gaze at travelers,

thinking of you suffering in the bitter cold at the Great Wall—how truly pitiful. Amitabha.

When we parted, you took up your sword to save the frontier, leaving behind this tiger-patterned golden scabbard.

Inside it were a pair of white-feathered arrows; spiders have spun webs over them, and dust has gathered.

With the heavenly eye unobstructed, Wei Xu moves; the arrows remain empty, while you have died in battle and will not return.

With the heavenly eye unobstructed, I cannot bear to see this; I burn it, and it has become ash.

Even the Yellow River could be dammed with handfuls of earth, but the hatred brought by the north wind, rain, and snow is hard to dispel.