At the streamside
- Poetry of Qin Guan

At the streamside,

the early spring quietly comes.

irises and butterflies,

i just lonely drink the grape wines.

Breaks my heart for yearning you,

what's feeling of the sorrow,

whispering my love to the cloud in twilight.

Recall that we met in West Pond,

Went hiking on the horse together.

Now who is be with you catching the fireflies?

In the mirrors,we both change.

After the spring,do you hear my heartbroken breath?