On high the Silver River veers;
天上星河转，
On earth all curtains are drawn down.
人间帘幕垂。
My mat and pillow grow chilly, wet with tears,
凉生枕簟泪痕滋。
I rise to take off my silk gown,
起解罗衣，
Wondering how old night has grown.
聊问夜何其？
Small is the green lotus on the robe I caress,
翠贴莲蓬小?
And sparse the leaves embroidered in thread of gold.
金销藕叶稀。
In old-time weather still I wear my old-time dress,
旧时天气旧时衣。
Only my heart feels cold
只有情怀，
And the mood I’m in is different from that of old.
不似旧家时。