A few shy rose bones with dewdrops,

It blooms quietly.

A flash of lightning and a thunder,

Dark clouds that devour heaven and earth,

Keep the eaves of life low,

It is said that Jam Hsiao, the rain god, settled here.

The sky wailed wildly,

Looking at flowers in the fog, looming,

Unreal, illusory, if the mirror is spent,

The beauty of this clear mist is fascinating.

Who drew a prison for whom,

Who sings heaven for whom?

Trapped in a painting scene,

Unable to speak or act,

Even dare not die.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,

Flowers are easy to break, but love is hard to break.

Petal tears, like crystal condensation,

Tears turn into clouds, and empty tears become tears.

The fragrance is sprinkled on the earth,

Things have changed.

The sky is still crying,

There are more and more umbrellas in the street.

Without you under the umbrella,

You can't smell roses,

It has been broken by wind and rain.

In the fleeting memory of the poem,

Gentle words, long sighs,

With my wandering mood,

Nothing in the world can compare with your smile.

Turn around, where the lights are dim,

Never see you again,

The reason of the past life, the fate of the afterlife,

Who do I promise my whole life to?

Who gave me a short life?

Forget the Sansheng Stone by the Chuanjiang River, and want to forget this life.

Life and death on the bridge, willing to continue love.