Here you will find the Poem Tz'u No. 18 of poet Li Ching Chao
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns in the gold animal. Once again, it is the joyous mid-autumn festival, but a midnight chill touches my jade pillow and silk bed-screen. I drink wine by the eastern fence in the yellow dusk. Now a dark fragrance fills my sleeves and makes me spin. The bamboo blinds sway in the west wind. And I am even thinner than a yellow flower.