TUNE: TELLING INNERMOST FEELING

 

A light frost falls at dawn when she rolls up the screen;

She breathes to warm her hands and pencils her brows green.

Nursing the parting sorrow still,

She draws her brows long as a distant hill.

As she recalls the past,

She regrets time flies fast;

Her heart would ache.

Before she sings, she pauses awhile,

And knits her brows when she would smile.

O whose heart would not break!

诉衷情

清晨帘幕卷轻霜，

呵手试梅妆。

都缘自有离恨，

故画作远山长。

思往事，

惜流光，

易成伤。

未歌先敛，

欲笑还颦，

最断人肠。