Tune: Pure Serene Music
After the rain mist seems to freeze,
The pool over brimmed with water green.
A pair of swallows fly through weeping willow trees
Before my boudoir with uprolled screen.
At dusk I lean alone on balustrade;
The new moon in the southwest looks like half a ring.
Fallen on marble steps, the petals fade.
How can my silken robe bear the cold spring?