"A Curtain of Dreams" is from Qin Guan's poem "Eight Six Sons" (八六子), which is about a curtain of dreams in the night moon and ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze.
"Eight Six Sons - Leaning on a Dangerous Pavilion"
Era: Song Author: Qin Guan
Leaning on a dangerous pavilion. Hate is like the grass, which is still growing. I am sorry to say that I was so sad when I left the buckskin outside the willow, and when I parted with my red arm in the water, I was so shocked by the pathos.
The sky and grace for no reason. The night moon a curtain dream, the spring breeze ten miles of tenderness. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Translation
I was leaning alone on the dangerous pavilion, and my resentment was like the spring grass, which had just been cleared, but had grown again without my realizing it. When I think of the scene of parting on horseback outside the willow tree, when I think of parting with that red-sleeved beauty by the water's edge, I am overwhelmed with sadness. Good woman, why did God give you such a beautiful? Let me y into the powerless to extricate themselves? When in the night moon, we *** together drunk into a curtain dream, the gentle spring breeze blowing you and me. It is really hopeless, the joy of the past are accompanied by running water far away, the fragrance on the green scarf gradually faded, can no longer hear the pleasant sound of your zither. Now it has come to the twilight of the spring season, pieces of red in the night flying, a little bit of rain down and down and clear, the fog a misty and hazy. My sadness is thick, suddenly came the oriole's cry again, one by one.