A Lovesick Knitted Brow in Vain
English version:(Frank) Huang Xinqu
One is a fair flower from a fairyland,
The other a pure jade without any stain.
If they were not predestined to each other,
Why should she meet him in this life again?
If that's not the rare fate for each other,
Why has their real love come to nothing?
One sighs with no gains ,
The other has so much concern in vain.
One is the moonshine in the water,
The other but a fancy flower in a mirror.
How many tear-drops may well up in her eyes?
Can they flow on with the cycling of seasons?