The sun is full of desire, the flowers are full of smoke,
The moon is as bright as ever, worrying but not sleeping.
A Zhao harp has just been placed on its phoenix shelf.
A Shu Qin began to play its mandarin duck string.
Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you,
I hope it can come to Yanran with the spring breeze.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
My eyes used to shine,
Today is the source of tears.
Oh, if you doubt my heartache,
Come back and see me in my bright mirror!