The night last year on the fifteenth of first moon, festival lanterns blazed as brightly as it was in high noon.
When the moon ascended above the willow trees yonder, that was the time we had arranged to see each other.
As the festival of this year came, the moon and the lanterns were the same.
But now the loved one was absent, and my tears made the sleeves soaking wet.
PS It is said the poem was actually written by Ms Zhu Suzheng(朱淑貞), but because of considering the social ambience then, people "assigned" Mr Ouyang as the author.