How can a sentimental heart from care be free,
So full of coquetry?
Clouds waft at ease with willowdown o’er far-flung grass
To wake spring grief, alas!
At dusk before my mirror to make up I try;
My light eyebrows feel shy.
I wait alone by leaning on riverside rail
For your returning sail.
天与多情不自由，
占风流。
云闲草远絮悠悠，
唤春愁。
试作小妆窥晚镜，
淡蛾羞。
夕阳独倚水边楼，
认归舟。