Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)
To the Tune of "Wu Ling Chun"
Fragrant
flowers fell to
dust when the wind stopped.
It's getting late, but I'm tired of dressing my
hair.
Things are the same, but he is no more and all is over.
Tears fall down before I speak.
They say that spring at Twin Creek is still enjoyable,
So I thought of boating, there.
But I am afraid that tiny boat on Twin Creek
Cannot carry so much
sorrow.