李煜
林花谢了春红，
太匆匆。
无奈朝来寒雨晚来风。
胭脂泪，
相留醉，
几时重?
自是人生长恨水长东。
Li Yu
The grove has lost its spring blush,
What a rush.
Petals, assaulted by cold morning rain and evening wind,
Are tears trickling down the make-up,
And scenes luring me to stay drunk.
But when can we both revive?
Life, like water flowing east, is a sorrow ne’er broken up.