English Rendering
When the moon fell,i wandered on the riverside,
the shadows of trees were slant and small.
Who would know my sorrow in the spring?
cold wind brought your fragrance to my head.
Swans have gone,everything has changed.
Cute flowers,distant dreams,at the lonely growl
of the cuckoos,are you understanding
my love has turned blue blood and hued
into the leaves of bamboo?
