Spring is already late in the drizzle in the distant mountains,
The sky is blue and clouds are falling.
A flute tune makes the orioles cry,
A few strands of blue silk tell the swallows to swallow.
It’s hard to express love in a dream,
How can I express it without the hatred in my heart.
When will we stay together forever?
I will not envy the immortals as companions in poems and books.