On rosy paper a hand fair
Has laid the innermost heart bare.
Nor fish below nor swan above
Would bear this melancholy message of love.
At sunset on west tower alone she stands still;
The curtain hook can’t hang up distant hill.
Who knows where her beloved is gone?
Green waves still eastward roll on.
紅箋小字,
說盡平生意。
鴻雁在云魚在水,
惆悵此情難寄。
斜陽獨倚西樓,
遙山恰對簾鉤。
人面不知何處,
綠波依舊東流。