In March, peach blossoms fill the sky,
More or less, some thoughts remain;
In April, flowers fall all over the sky,
Was it ever worth lingering;
The soul is drunk and the beauty keeps pulling,
The flower on the other side is as charming as your face;
The bright moon does not know how long the night is,
Walking alone through the roof without you;
In July, the lotus pond flowers retreat,
The unreturning rain watered the flowers of love...