Hills each to each float, lotus flowers each with each mate
Silver tides washing feet, against the sky with radiance
We fly again over the stretch of waves in the Strait
For mid-autumn moon where we recite poems with brilliance
2.To Lvdi at the Mid-autumn Festial Party, Taibei
We orgainize the mid-autumn party as planned
To welcome poetic stars with faith from both sides
Dancing, singing, we seem to be in the old land
Of Tang or Song, and deep feeling from our hearts tides
