Love in the Peach Blossoms

Today last year, within this very gate,

A face and peach blossoms glowed rosy together.

I know not where that face has gone,

But the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

Your dear auntie must have been jinxed for generations to run into a flashy prince with no shame at all.

Go on, laugh. Keep right on laughing.

Let's see how your dear auntie makes you cry.