Awake from dreams, I find the locked tower high;
Sober from wine, I see the curtain hanging low.
As last year spring grief seems to grow.
Amid the falling blooms alone stand I;
In the fine rain a pair of swallows fly.
I still remember when I first saw pretty Ping,
In silken dress embroidered with two hearts in a ring,
Revealing lovesickness by touching pipa’s string.
The moon shines bright just as last year;
It did see her like a cloud disappear.
梦后楼台高锁，
酒醒帘幕低垂。
去年春恨却来时，
落花人独立，
细雨燕双飞。
记得小初见，
两重心字罗衣，
琵琶弦上说相思。
当时明月在，
曾照彩云归。