From day to day we vie in painting eyebrows long,
As light-hearted as wafting clouds and willowdown
My heart won’t wed a gallant fond of wine and song.
The wine I spilt left stains on my fan of songstress;
The flowers I played with, perfumed my dancing gown.
Shedding tears all the spring, I tell my loneliness.
日日双眉都画长，
行云飞絮共轻狂。
不将心嫁冶游郎。
溅酒滴散歌扇子，
弄花熏得舞衣香。
一春弹泪说凄凉。