Tune: "Butterflies Lingering over Flowers"
How much regret in my dream last night?
I on horseback and you in a carriage,
The two of us drawing closer to each other.
Face to face, you seemed sorry for my haggard look;
Under many eyes, you drew up the curtain to ask for my health.
Then down the road the rumble of your carriage gently died away.
In my dream I find I cannot follow;
Where, on waking, can I have news of you?
By my window, candle's tears have gathered an inch;
Longing, in this human world, is our common lot.