English Rendering
Her eyebrows penciled dark,she feels shy to be seen
Hidden behind a silken fan so green,
Stealthily she sheds tear on tear.
Let me drink farewell to you and hear
Her sing,with tears wiped away,her song of adieu.
Do not say the imperial town is as far as the sky.
It is easier to see the sun high
Than to meet you.
The newly built painted hall to Lonely Hill is near.
For whom is made
The winding balustrade?
Falling flowers and willow down fly;
Spring belongs to next year.
I try to row a boat to find the things gone by
O whom can I ask?In my eye
I only see water one with the sky.
