When spring flowers meet Han Chinese Clothing girls, time will become gentle
Light gauze fan half covers a face
The wind blowing through the bamboo forest, beauty quietly sitting in the kiosk
Message comes from the south to the end of the sky,
When mumes burst open, spring is nigh.
At dead of night the wind is slight, your fragrance late.
She comes like vernal dreams that cannot stay;
She goes like morning clouds that melt away.
