Old perfume and face powder smell as before;
To my regret your love’s no more.
You sent me but few lines in spring,
Still fewer words does autumn bring.
Cold phoenix quilt for two,
And lovebird pillow lonely,
My sorrow can be drowned in wine only.
E’en if I dream of you, the dream will not come true.
Now you won’t come in dreams, what can I do?
舊香殘粉似當(dāng)初,
人情恨不如。
一春猶有數(shù)行書,
秋來書更疏。
衾鳳冷,
枕鴛孤,
愁腸待酒舒。
夢(mèng)魂縱有也成虛,
那堪和夢(mèng)無?