相見時難別亦難，東風無力百花殘。
春蠶到死絲方盡，蠟炬成灰淚始幹。
曉鏡但愁雲鬢改，夜吟應覺月光寒。
蓬山此去無多路，青鳥殷勤為探看。
It's harder to say bye when it was already hard to come nigh,
The wind from the east is slight and the flowers are showing blight.
Spring silkworms don't die until they spun the last strings,
There aren't ashes until candles burnt to the last drop of light.
The morning mirror shows a gray haired me sigh,
The evening murmur reminds me of chills of moon light.
I don't know the ways to the Peng mountain,
Graciou blue birds presents the roads to my sight.
