On rosy paper a hand fair
Has laid the innermost heart bare.
Nor fish below nor swan above
Would bear this melancholy message of love.
At sunset on west tower alone she stands still;
The curtain hook can’t hang up distant hill.
Who knows where her beloved is gone?
Green waves still eastward roll on.
红笺小字，
说尽平生意。
鸿雁在云鱼在水，
惆怅此情难寄。
斜阳独倚西楼，
遥山恰对帘钩。
人面不知何处，
绿波依旧东流。