Could you give me some strength?
Build for her green branchs
Mill fallen leaves into fertile soil
For tulips ,in April
And nightingales should sing
beside her window ,never away
Forget the saddest, forget the swain
His eyes empty without affection-wine ,you made
It’s dedicate, people praised
For romance is a folk tale___
Ran into his lover’s bosom ___ he did
I weeping under the laurel
Stars disappear ‘cause the sorrow
Only the fragrance still telling how
pretty you once were
Heard it I ponder over:
How can I stop you drinking poisoned love
to quench your thirst?
How can I give pleasure to you, my dearest ?
She hides in a dark corner
Drinking the wine so bitter
Has neither singing nightingales
Neither charming tulips
Neither luxuriant vines
Neither love ,nor life...