Cao Xueqin

They said she and i are the best lovers,

but i just yearned for that frail girl.

Played with her every night,but my heart only opened for her.

now i finally found that everything is imperfect,

even i had a beautiful wife,she is still the only one twinkles my soul.

Flowers drifted in the fading season,

who would have a passion for my beauty?

Cobwebs among the trees,willow catkins on the curtain,

a girl like me sighed for this forlorn scenery,

where could i ease off my endless sorrow?

Went out of the boudoir,i carried a hoe,

how could i bear to tramp those frail flowers?

Catkins or sakuras,they just showed their glamour,

who would take care of those fallen peach flowers?

The peach flowers could revive in the next year,

but would i stll stay in my colourful boudoir?

The swallow pecked the petals to decorate her nest,the last hymn of the petals she never reck.

Next year those fallen petals swallows still could peck,

but the nest would fall as my soul falls for him at sight first.

A year was like a hell to me in this Red Chamber,

knife-like wind,sword-like frost,they both tortured the flower.

How long did the flower can insist in this dream's marsh?

everything beautiful just vanished in a flash.

Flowers was easy to see when it bloomed but hard to find when it faded,

how could i find them and bury them in the same grave?

Leaned on the hoe and sprinkled the tears on those withered twigs,

nothing i saw but the red blood.

Cuckoo became quiet,sunset was coming,i threw the hoe and back to my boudoir.

candle light shone the dreams of everyone but i still listened to the rain.

Who would care why i am so sad?Bygone spring,evanescent beauty.

She came so fast,so as she left,what a gloomy goddess from the green heaven! 

Last day a bleak sound played outside my boudoir,was flowers weeping

or bird singing?no matter which one played it,they were both moon in the river for me.

I really wished i have two wings to fly,fly to the end of world with those fallen flowers,

but even if i arrived here,was there a place to bury my endless yearning?

Just let me use the sachet to collect these fallen petals,

and bury them with the dirt in the later spring.

May they sleep in the land of promise,

no goblins or devils would disturb their little dreams.

Flowers,now you had me to bury your corpse,but i

didn't know when i would die under this deep-blue sky.

If you didn't believe my words,look this forlorn spring,

fading petals,cold dew and the shy breath of my ardent soul.

After the spring,i'd be the snow girl froze by his sweet smile,

after you rebloom,would he find my crush before my tomb full of the white tulips? 

1

Tears i choke back,

for whom i collect them carefully?

Thanks for your handkerchief,

let me have the space to say my love words.

2

I only dare to shed the tears stealthily,

nothing could i do but miss your beauty.

Tearstains on my pillow and sleeve,

how could i bear to wipe them when they're my all love to you?

3

Sorry,i couldn't stop my crying,tearstains are still very fresh.

Blue bamboos in the forest wind blows,

if you didn't know my love,have you smelt the fragrance of my heartbreak?