Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing (3) general vision,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
When we reached the decaying fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
disappear ...
Remove her color,
Sad and confused like a dream.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Sadness and melancholy in the rain,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
In the lamentation of the rain, even hers
Sighing rain lane
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, long
Lonely rain lane,
Sad and confused,
Scattered her fragrance.
Dissipated,
When I got to the broken fence, I threw it again.
Breathing (3) General vision, sadness.
Floating like a dream
A clove;
She wandered alone in this lonely rain lane.
Wandering for a long time,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, far away,
Walking through this rainy path,
Like me.
Walking silently.
She approached quietly.
Approaching,
The melancholy of lilacs (4),
Indifference,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Lilac sadness;
She walked away silently,
I passed this girl by and was alone.
Wandering for a long time,
Lilac-like fragrance, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.