I recall① that year under fl owers blooming
　　Late at night
　　The fair one and I had the fi rst meeting.
　　In the water pavilion② behind the west screen
　　hanging low
　　Hand in hand we secretly pledged③ our vow.
　　At the orioles④’ fi rst warbling under a waning moon
　　We lamentably⑤ parted.
　　Since then， we haven’t met again， late or soon.
　　Now we are both strangers in different regions；
　　Far less pretense is there for reunions.
　　記得那年花下，
　　深夜，
　　初识谢娘时。
　　水堂西面画帘垂，
　　携手暗相期。
　　惆怅晓莺残月，
　　相别，
　　从此隔音尘。
　　如今俱是异乡人，
　　相见更无因。