Gnawed by parting grief as of old,
O who would care for me, lonely and old?
If you want to know my broken heart,
Just see the incense from golden censer part!
My eyebrows ever knit,
No vernal breeze can smooth them, not a bit.
Weary, I lean on tower high.
What do I see but grievous wild geese passing by!
天涯舊恨,
獨(dú)自凄涼人不問(wèn)。
欲見(jiàn)回腸,
斷盡金爐小篆香。
黛蛾長(zhǎng)斂,
任是東風(fēng)吹不展。
困倚危樓,
過(guò)盡飛鴻字字愁。