I would like to wear the clothes as a collar, and inherit the lingering fragrance of the flower head; I am sad that the night is leaving, and I am resentful that the autumn night is still young!
I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange smell of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and wear the new!
May the hair be luxuriant, and the hair be brushed on the slumped shoulders; the sad beauty's repeated bathing, withered from the white water!
May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup!
I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again over the years!
I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; my sad actions should be restrained, and I would abandon them in front of the bed in vain!
May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time!
I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene!
I wish I could make a fan out of bamboo, holding my sorrow soaring in my soft hand; I would like to mourn the white dew in the morning, and look at my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao!
I wish I could be a paulownia on the tree, and a musical harp on my lap; I would like to be saddened by extreme joy and sorrow, but finally push me away and stop playing!