Green mountains and small green cliffs after the rain,
There will be two flying flowers in one life.
You sigh that the flowing water passes day and night,
I laugh at the stubborn stone and remain dumb forever.
Two worldly lives and two aristocratic families,
A pot of bitterness and a pot of tea.
In my dream, a blue rain suddenly came,
I also sighed at the five hundred flowers falling on the fence.