春色将阑，

莺声渐老，

红英落尽青梅小。

画堂人静雨蒙蒙，

屏山半掩余香袅。

密约沉沉，

离情杳杳，

菱花尘满慵将照。

倚楼无语欲销魂，

长空黯淡连芳草。

TUNE: TREADING ON GRASS

Springtime is on the wane;

The oriole’s song grows old,

All red flowers fallen and green mume fruit still small.

Quiet is painted hall

Despite the drizzling rain,

Half-hidden by the screen a wreath of incense cold.

Our vow deep, deep in the heart,

We’re sad to be far, far apart.

I will not look into my brass mirror dust-grey.

Silent, I lean on rails, my soul pining away;

My longing like green grass

Would join the vast dim sky, alas!