How can a sentimental heart from care be free,
So full of coquetry?
Clouds waft at ease with willowdown o’er far-flung grass
To wake spring grief, alas!
At dusk before my mirror to make up I try;
My light eyebrows feel shy.
I wait alone by leaning on riverside rail
For your returning sail.
天與多情不自由,
占風流。
云閑草遠絮悠悠,
喚春愁。
試作小妝窺晚鏡,
淡蛾羞。
夕陽獨倚水邊樓,
認歸舟。