English Rendering
Flowers are endless, willows beyond count;
They share my feelings, I dare vow.
Drain a boat-shaped cup of wine at one draught!
Where can we not meet somehow?
Red strings are mute,
Few are the connoisseurs.
If Heaven had a heart, it would turn old.
Look at the fame-and-gain world, I’m told:
A dream both past and present, dim and cold.