TUNE: DREAMLIKE SONG

如梦令

Last night the strong wind blew with a rain fine;

昨夜雨疏风骤，

Sound sleep did not dispel the aftertaste of wine.

浓睡不消残酒。

I ask the maid rolling up the screen.

试问卷帘人，

“The same crab apple,” says she, “can be seen.”

却道海棠依旧。

“But don’t you know,

知否？

Oh, don’t you know

知否？

The red should languish and the green should grow?”

应是绿肥红瘦。