Your pink tender hands,
Gave me golden-bottle wine,
Green willows are confined by the palace walls.
Eastern wind was cruel,
Happy times were short,
A cup of grief,
You have been separated from me for many years.
It was wrong, wrong, wrong!
Your spring-like beauty withered,
Your body skinny like empty air,
Your silk scarf full of scarlet tears stains.
Peach blossoms are falling,
The garden seems empty without us!
Even if we kept our promise,
We can’t send our love letters.
No! No! No!