The original name of this poem is “虞美人·听雨”.
Rain Watcher #
Listen to the rain in the party when I’m young. I can see the light of red candles reflected from curtain cover.
Listen to the rain in a floating boat when I’m an adult. I can see the wild goose fly against the west wind between board river and low cloudy sky.
But now I listen to the rain under the eaves of a temple, my hair has partly turned white. God seems has no emotion about our sadness and happiness, leave or reunion. I hear it rains from dusk to dawn, one drop by another.
Modern Version #
When I’m young, I enjoy the party, the indulging atmosphere drives me crazy.
When I’m an adult, I leave my hometown to find better oppotunity, I have ambition when I’m on the way to bright future.
Now that I have experienced too much, I sit in a temple and care nothing about outside world.