对酒不觉瞑，
落花盈我衣。
醉起步溪月，
鸟还人亦稀。
 

At Peace

Li Bai
 

Didn’t know night had fallen—flowers too—fallen all over me.
Sobering up now.
Up and take a stroll, along the gleaming stream.
Not a bird out, hardly anyone, just the moon and me. The moon. And me.