Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)
To the Tune of "Wu Ling Chun"

Fragrant flowers fell to dust when the wind stopped.
It's getting late, but I'm tired of dressing my hair.
Things are the same, but he is no more and all is over.
Tears fall down before I speak.

They say that spring at Twin Creek is still enjoyable,
So I thought of boating, there.
But I am afraid that tiny boat on Twin Creek
Cannot carry so much sorrow.

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