Red Beans Boiled with a Delicate Dice

Chrysanthemums stand proud and fragrant in the snow,

Lotus drift in summer, their beauty undimmed.

Love refuses to let the west wind blow,

My heart surges vast as the waves of the sea.

I know not when this dream will end,

My longing turns to rain beneath the morning sun.

Only when my beloved is nowhere to be found do I know regret,

I give voice to my feelings with tears of blood and unyielding resolve.