TUNE: ROUGED LIPS

 

When flowers herald spring again,

Why won’t my lord come back with flowers as before?

Now spring begins to wane;

I’ve broken all his willow twigs before the door.

Heaven above

Tells us to love.

Why are we kept apart so long?

Since he sang farewell song,

Even wine grieves,

Mingled with tears, it’s stained my sleeves.

点绛唇

花信来时，

恨无人似花依旧。

又成春瘦，

折断门前柳。

天与多情，

不与长相守。

分飞后，

泪痕和酒，

占了双罗袖。