1.Deeply I sign for faded flower’s falling in vain.Vaguely I seem to know the swallow comes again.
2.Fallen in mud and ground to dust, she seems no more. But her fragrance is still the same.
3.Most willow catkins have been blown away, alas! But there is no place where grows nor the sweet green grass.
4.The west is veiled in rain, the east enjoys sunshine.My gallant is as deep in love as day is fine.
5.When all at once I turn my head,find her there lantern light is dimly shed.