Early Spring and Late Autumn
　　
　　Before dawn as I was woken,
　　 Tears of joy were out sprung.
　　A dream in autumn brought to me,
　　A landscape of an early spring.
　　While my eyes were open,
　　My heart was shaken;
　　For the rising sun and peach blossoms
　　Were just an illusion.
　　An Illusion! An Illusion! An Illusion!
　　
　　At the mid-autumn night,
　　No moon or stars were seen.,
　　Cold rain and soughing wind,
　　Only presented a bleak scene.
　　Trees dead
　　Flowers rotten,
　　Falling leaves here and there,
　　Blown and trodden.
　　Trodden! Trodden! Trodden!
NB: This is the complete version.