Roll up frosty window shades at dawn,
Warming her hands,
Makeup in Plum-flower style, she tries on.
Feeling melancholy `cause her lover is no longer around,
She draws her eyebrows, like mountain ranges, long.
Sorrow spins through her as she looks back at life,
The good old days are all gone.
She wants to sing a song, yet she hesitates,
She wants to smile, yet she frowns,
For her heart is bleeding, being whipsawn.