Poem in Tune of Qingpinle (Late Spring)
by Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
Where is spring gone?
No way to travel in loneliness.
If anyone does know where spring is gone,
Call it back to live together with us.
Since spring's gone without a trace, so who knows.
Unless ask the oriole that is chirping;
But no one can understand his meaning,
When he flies with wind o'er a bed of rose.