Loosely she has done up her hair;
Thinly she has powdered her face.
In rosy smoke and purple mist she looks so fair;
As light as willowdown she walks with grace.
Before we part, we long to meet;
Amorous, she seems not in love.
Awake from wine and songs so sweet,
The courtyard is still and bright the moon above.
宝髻松松挽就，
铅华淡淡妆成。
红烟翠雾罩轻盈，
飞絮游丝无定。
相见争如不见，
有情还似无情。
笙歌散后酒微醒，
深院月明人静。