小重山
吹断笙箫春梦寒。倚楼思往事,泪偷弹。别时容易见时难。相看处,惟有玉连
环。
人在万重山。近来应不似,旧时颜。重门深院柳阴间。曾携手,休去倚危阑。
Small Hills By He Menggui
Hearing the flute at the cold midnight
brings things in the past to swirl in my mind.
crying out in silence is my broken heart.
Parting is easy, seeing is so hard.
Jades join together in their own way,
But you are so far away.
These days, you should look not the same.
In the deep yard with doors and willow tree lane,
by the railing, I remember hand in hand
together you and me used to stand.
Tr. 小贝壳