Autumn Evening in the Mountain Cottage

After the rain in the empty mountains, The evening weather turns to autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, A clear spring flows over the stones. The bamboos stir, the laundry girls return, The lotus moves, the fishing boat descends. As the spring blooms fade away at will, A lordly grandson may stay if he chooses. After the rain in the empty mountains, The evening weather turns to autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, A clear spring flows over the stones. The bamboos stir, the laundry girls return, The lotus moves, the fishing boat descends. As the spring blooms fade away at will, A lordly grandson may stay if he chooses. After the rain in the empty mountains, The evening weather turns to autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, A clear spring flows over the stones. The bamboos stir, the laundry girls return, The lotus moves, the fishing boat descends. As the spring blooms fade away at will, A lordly grandson may stay if he chooses. The bamboos stir, the laundry girls return, The lotus moves, the fishing boat descends. As the spring blooms fade away at will, A lordly grandson may stay if he chooses. After the rain in the empty mountains, The evening weather turns to autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, A clear spring flows over the stones. The bamboos stir, the laundry girls return, The lotus moves, the fishing boat descends. As the spring blooms fade away at will, A lordly grandson may stay if he chooses.