The daughter is sad, her youth has been guarded in the empty boudoir;
The daughter is sad and regrets teaching her husband to seek a title;
My daughter is happy, the color of her makeup is beautiful in the morning when she looks in the mirror;
My daughter is happy, her spring shirt is thin on the swing.
There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away; there are endless spring willows and spring flowers filling the painting building; there is no way to sleep through screen windows after wind and rain at dusk; there is no way to forget new sorrows and old sorrows; one cannot swallow jade grains and gold waves choke the throat; one cannot reflect the thinness in the rhombus mirror; one cannot open the brows; one cannot know the leakage; ah! Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly ````````