Thinking of My Brothers on a Moonlit Night

 Garrison drum cut person movement
 Autumn border one goose sound
 Dew from today night white
 Moon is homeland bright
 Have brother all disperse
 No home ask die life
 Send letter all not reach
 Particularly as not stop fighting 


 The army drums cut off human travel,
 A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
 Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
 The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
 My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
 No home to ask if they are living or dead.
 The letters we send always go astray,
 And still the fighting does not cease.

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