Her face is like jade, her energy is like orchid, and her waist is as graceful as a weak willow.
Lips are rosy, eyebrows are painted, eyes are looking forward to the city.
Apply powder, have black hair, and your cheeks will be red and intoxicating
Cover your mouth and smile, singing with a graceful voice, like silver bells singing in the wind
Who is she with her charming smile and spring-like brows filled with thousands of thoughts?
With long eyebrows like willows and shining eyes, slender hands playing the piano, who's emotions are being touched?
When the song ends, the spectators leave without looking back
When beauty reaches her twilight years, people in the audience feel empty-hearted
The red flower withers away, fades away, and never blooms again