One Chance Encounter, Endless Delight

The wind has died, the fragrant dust has settled, and the flowers have all faded. As the day grows late, I am too weary to comb my hair. Things remain, but people have changed, and nothing is as it was. Before I can speak, tears begin to fall. I hear that the spring scenery at Shuangxi is still lovely, and I might take a little boat out. I only fear that the tiny boat on Shuangxi could never bear the weight of all this sorrow.