无言独上西楼，    月如钩。    寂寞梧桐深院    锁清秋。    剪不断，    理还乱，    是离愁。    别是一般滋味    在心头。    ——李煜    Crows Crying at Night    Mute， mounting west tower alone，    I see the hooklike moon.    Lonely plane trees lock in the courtyard drear    Cold autumn clear.    Cut， it won‘t break，    Ruled， it will make    A mess to wake    An unspeakable taste in the heart.    Such is the grief to part.