Lovesickness（II）

Flowers exhale thin mist when daylight fades away;

The sleepless feel sad to see the moon shed silken ray.

My harp on phoenix-holder has just become mute,

I’ll try to play upon lovebird strings of my lute.

My song’s a message.

Who will carry it to you?

I’d ask spring wind to bear it up to the frontiers.

Between you and me there is the boundless blue sky.

Do you remember my wave-like eyes of days gone by?

Now they become a spring of tears.

If you do not believe my heart is broken, alas!

Come back and look into my bright mirror of brass!