English Rendering
Cold sheet,withered lotus flowers,
i lightly put off my shirt,
lonely step in the boat.
Who will send the love letters to me from the cloud?
When the wild geese return,
only moon rises from the Western Attic.
Flowers will fade,waters will flow,
we have the one yearning but weeps at two places.
Baby,could you tell me
how i should get rid of this sweetest love?
I put the pain of yearning down for a while,
but it spreads in my heart again like it never will be healed.
