The painting carried her thorough contemplation

Flowing with the ink is her pining (for herhusband)

Gradually the book turns yellow (in the flowing time)

The night tranquil, the window screen glimmered

Whirling long sleeves, she danced in the lingering dream

The vines of longing climbed up to her heart

She missed the flying white pear flowers (when she was with him)

For whom did she wait in a red make up?

Gradually she pined away in the vain hope

Oh, for whom the smell of rouge?

For whom the pearl-decorated curtain rolled up?

Oh, the carriage ridden by him would not be back

In the bright moon night, uncontrollable were strong feelings

Drizzles fall in the morning of spring

Gently wake up the buds

Hear the breeze, sigh the streams

Flow away and flowers fall

Who plays the love song in the mist?