time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted,
and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die,
and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing,
yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Four spring breeze turns into a rainy day,
Several autumn rains wash away the gap.
black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
the silk blooms before the spring is old, and
the candle tears become thicker in autumn.
Three thousand gardens of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and
Qiu Lai is full of fruits in China.