Thin spring clothes,
Drizzle, sparse mist, light coldness
Joy within the chambers
Candles still bright, quilts still warm

Geese pass through the covered walkway
Half bathed in moonlight, half embraced by frost
Intoxicated joy
Tumbling fallen petals, swirling like a swing in autumn

Returning clouds contend with the brilliance of dawn's rainbow
Dancing gracefully, guiding phoenixes to roost
Sighing that flowing waters hardly grasp the meaning of falling plum blossoms
Better to carry orchids and irises away into the dust

Fragrant breeze passes
Smoke settles, clouds and waters wide
Slanting sunlight tipsy
Weary birds mistakenly enter an old painted boat

Leaning alone on a lotus boat
Dipping oars in the heart of the lake, ripples of clear melancholy
Wandering starry eyes
Stirring the Milky Way, thoughts lingering

Returning clouds contend with the brilliance of dawn's rainbow
Dancing gracefully, guiding phoenixes to roost
Petals have fallen, leaving only a few scattered
The song unfinished, the sound of strings stirring ripples

Clouds flow and surge, illuminating the moon's brilliance
Carrying green mountains, rain and dew meet
Awaiting calm waves, together with you
Recalling the fragrance, still remembering the Falling Plum melody

Joy within the chambers
Candles still bright, quilts still warm
The melody breaks
Autumn years late, dreams dimming