TUNE: ROUGED LIPS

点绛唇

The crescent moon so fair,

新月娟娟，

The night so chill,

夜寒江静山衔斗。

The stream so still,

起来搔首，

I rise and scratch my hair,

梅影横窗瘦。

The mumes cast slender shadows across windowsill.

好个霜天，

The frosty sky so fine,

闲却传杯手。

A cup in hand, I can’t but pine.

君知否？

Do you not know

乱鸦啼后，

After the wailing of the crow

归兴浓于酒。

I am more homesick than thirty for wine?