The shackles called attachment, a young woman wept
Chained to a blooming peach blossom tree
Winter in the palace is famine for the lovesick
A lover full of vigour long before
No longer walking on the same road
Seems to never again call, this ghost
Willingly, she lifted a rock just to smash her own foot
Pitifully clinging to the roots of memories as they
Go on separate ways and drift away
Been drinking wine for so many years
She sat under the tree, drunkenly longing
It has been a rough lifetime, yet one couldn't turn back
She thought no one except her was sober
On the auspicious date of separation
One must put down the wine cup
Long white silk to conclude this illusion later
For his heart has many occupants
She must stay awake, as he strolls on his way out
The six palaces in her hands, she dare not want
Unwillingly, this ghost mindlessly
Stares at the disappearing yellow dragon robe
Displeasing as it is a slippery slope
A thorn in her throat, she hoped
That she didn't get drunk with the man
Pouring her wine with gentle eyes
She fell asleep and he never stayed the night
How does one part with her own heart?
It is really the darkest when the dawn is about to break
In the morning when she woke
The bitter taste of heartbreak was apparent in the tea
Starving for home and yearning for relief
The body is intact but the soul has come adrift