Butterflies Fallen in Love with Flowers

The winter ice began to melt with the warm breeze and rain,

Willows' eyes opened, plum blossoms turned red again,

Spring heartalready felt fast-beaten.

Who wouldshare my intoxicated sense or lyrics?

Tears rolled down on my cheeks' powders.

My gold-flowery hairpin seemed heavy,

I tried to wear my shirt sewn by gold threads,

Then lying on my U- shaped pillow slantingly,

My phoenix-hairpin broken up abruptly.

Alone embracing thick melancholy meant no good dream,

The night going over, I still made the candle flower bloom.