| On a spring day | | | | Won't you feel cold to thinkof me in a lonely |
| On the pathway,bright flowers bathed in thin mist | | | | place? |
| and dim moonlight. | | | | My thoughts stretches endlesslymy grief |
| Tis best time to steal out to see my love to | | | | wretches endlessly. |
| night! | | | | Come to me and feel my breath of love.so we |
| Waiting for him alone, among the flowers from | | | | can celebrate our unionunder the sky of the |
| the pot of wine | | | | northern star. |
| I drink alone beneath the bright moonshine. | | | | My lover |
| I raise my cup to invite the moonwho blends her | | | | So green, |
| light with my shadow gloom. | | | | It seems like these fading dreams! |
| I gaze upon the moon,too sad to fall asleepthen | | | | The silk curtains fall |
| ...from the wood i see him coming! | | | | The breeze begins to blowruffling a pool of spring |
| We stand face to face at an evening hour | | | | water below. |
| "I fear it is not thee,but a sweet dream untrue !" | | | | Crushing apricot petals in hand i playwith a pair of |
| I say. | | | | love birds on the fragrant pathway. |
| "I am afraid all the fine scenerywill go away with | | | | Apricot blossoms blown off upon my long curly |
| thee. | | | | hair, |
| I 've just seen spring departand now with you I'll | | | | Look! There he stands behind the curtain play! |
| part !" he says. | | | | Is he the noble young man that i long to be his |
| Suddenly i wake up and see thatall was just a | | | | wife? |
| dream,that a young man dreamed of me on a | | | | How handsome he is, my lover! |
| spring day. | | | | Oh, how charming he is among the young men. |
| The celebration of love.... | | | | His lips are like roseshis body are like polished |
| Each night i long for you tilthe frost fogs fades | | | | bronzeshis mouth are sweetness itself. |
| throughthe valley of stars ... | | | | |