Rain falls on phoenix trees autumn nights are long.
A grievous heart goes with the rain, and then the sun.
Tear stains won't shatter like your love,
wiping away the thousands will bring ten thousand more.
I was beautiful when I first learned how to draw my eyebrows,
had you treated me well at that time?
I would have accepted your love.
It's year, since I've seen you, flowers fall at dusk,
when I close the door.