Classic Poem

Sunlight beings to fade,
mist fills the flowers,
The moon as white as silk
weeps and cannot sleep,

Zhao zither's Phoenix frets
no more shall I touch,
Shu lute's Mandarin Duck strings
I'll sound instead:

This song has a meaning
that no one can tell,
It follows the Spring wind
as far as Yanran

To you far, far away
beyond the blue sky —

Whom once I gave
A sideways glance
With eyes that now
Are wells of tears —

If you do not believe
that my heart breaks,
Come back and look with me
into this glass!