Dim morning sky,
Away along the stream hundreds of birds cry.
Away birds cry.
Gone is the one on waves alone,
Empty the bower to watch the moon.
East of the Eastern Gate this day last year,
How bright did dresses and red peach blossoms appear!
Peach blossoms red
In bloom are shed
By east wind overhead.
晓朦胧，
前溪百鸟啼匆匆。
啼匆匆，
凌波人去，
拜月楼空。
去年今日东门东，
鲜妆辉映桃花红。
桃花红，
吹开吹落，
一任东风。