花前月下暂相逢，
苦恨阻从容。
何况酒醒梦断，
花谢月朦胧？
花不尽?
月无穷，
两心同。
此时愿作，
杨柳千丝，
绊惹春风。
Before flowers, beneath the moon, shortly we met
Only to part with bitter regret.
What’s more, I wake from wine and dreams
To find fallen flowers and dim moonbeams.
Flowers will bloom again;
The moon will wax and wane.
Would our hearts be the same?
I’d turn the flame
Of my heart, string on string,
Into willow twigs to retain
The breeze of spring.