Tune: “Dreaming of the South”
After dressing my hair,
I alone climb the stair.
On the railings I lean,
To view the river scene.
Many sails pass me by,
But not the one for which wait I.
The slanting sun sheds a sympathetic ray,
The carefree river carries it away.
My heart breaks at the sight
Of the islet with duckweed white.