TUNE: ROUGED LIPS

点绛唇

ON SUMMIT TOWER IN 1135

绍兴乙卯登绝顶小亭

Who in the cloud-veiled tower speaks

缥缈危亭，

And laughs alone over a thousand peaks?

笑谈独在千峰上。

Who would enjoy with me

与谁同赏，

The misty waves rolling for miles and miles I see?

万里横烟浪？

Now old I grow,

老去情怀，

Could I regain the lost land far below?

犹作天涯想。

In vain I sigh:

空惆怅，

Gallant while young, can I

少年豪放，

Live as decrepit man and die?

莫学衰翁样！