This poem shows Daiyu's spiritual world destroyed by cold reality through rich and strange imagination, hazy and sad pictures and strong sad emotions.
Translation:
The flower has withered and withered, and the wind makes it spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who sympathizes with it? Soft spider silk seems to be broken and connected again, floating among the trees in spring. Catkin scattered all over the sky came with the wind, covered with embroidered curtains. The girl in the boudoir is so sorry for last spring. Full of melancholy, sadness has nowhere to put. Holding an iron hoe to hoe the flowers, I lifted the curtain and walked into the garden. Flowers are everywhere in the garden. How can I stand walking around on them?
Flirty catkins, shallow money, only know to show off their own wheatgrass. Whether the peach blossoms fall or the plum blossoms fly. When the earth returns next year, peach trees and plum trees will sprout again. But next year's boudoir, who can be left? In March of the Spring Festival, swallows pick flowers, and the fragrant bird's nest has just been built. Liang Jianyan, how many flowers are wasted, how heartless! When the flowers bloom next year, you can still hold flowers and plants. How can we expect the master to be dead? The lair has fallen down, leaving only Liang Kong.
360 days a year, what a nice day! The cold wind is like a knife, and the frost is like a sword, mercilessly destroying flowers. How long can bright spring and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is nowhere to see. It is easy to see when flowers bloom, but difficult to find when they fall. Standing in front of the steps is full of worries. I'm worried about the man who buried the flowers. Holding a flower hoe in his hand, he wept silently. Tears spilled on the empty branches, which were covered with blood. The cuckoo cried her blood and tears silently, and the sad evening came. I went home with a flower hoe and closed the boudoir door; The cold light shines on the wall, and people have just entered a dream.
The faint spring rain hit the window lattice, and the bedding on the bed was still cold. People want to know what makes me so sad today. Half of them cherish the beautiful spring scenery, and the other half resent the passing of spring. I am glad that spring has suddenly come, but I am depressed that it has left in a hurry. Spring came to the world quietly and left without saying a word. I don't know where outside the hospital last night, there were waves of sad songs. I don't know if it's the soul of a flower or a bird.
Whether it is the soul of flowers or the spirit of birds, it is equally difficult to retain. Ask the bird, the bird is silent, ask the flower, and the flower is shy. I really hope I can give birth to a pair of wings now. Follow the flying flowers and fly to the end of that day. Even if you fly to the end of heaven and earth, where is the soul burial with fragrant flowers? It is better to use this splendid sachet to restrain your delicate bones. Then pile up a pile of clean soil and bury your peerless romance. May your noble body live and die clean. Don't let it get a little dirty and be abandoned in that dirty river ditch.
Flowers, you died today, and I'll bury you. Who knows when I, the poor man, suddenly died? I buried flowers today, and people laughed at my infatuation. Who will bury me after I die? If you don't believe me, please look at the withered spring scenery, and the flowers are gradually falling. It was the moment when the maiden died of old age. Once spring disappears, girls will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and flowers don't know each other!