YanJidao:tothetune'Magnoliaflowers'
Doublecurtainsfallintheswingyardatdusk,andcolorbrushesceasetoworkinherboudoir.
Insidethewalls,therainhasleftoversomeredapricotflowers,outsidethedoor,thepoplarfluffsflyafterthewind.
Iffaithindawnclouds(agirlnamedXiaoyun)islost,wheretogo?IhavetomakemefreefromkingXiangwang'sspringtimedream.
PurpleSteed,youknowtheoldpaths;neighingyoucrossapaintedbridgeonthewayacrosstheeasternbanks.