What a pair of beautiful eyes,
Such straight eyelashes.
Yet quietly holding tears,
Surging waves in the heart.
The swallow greets her,
"Tears, tears,
Hasn't spring arrived yet?"
But hurriedly flies away, continuing its search.
The willow leaves pray for her,
"Tears, tears,
Isn't spring early enough?"
But scattered, turning into warm sunlight's flying knives.
The land, chaotic land,
Not sure what it's soaking itself in.
Loved by her, loving her land,
The seams have no bottom, but there's water burning in her eyes.
Pain, clear pain,
Teasing her to laugh so!
But she can't comprehend this beauty,
Shouldn't we pity your stubbornness?
Pain, but this is clear pain!
Tears, tears forever,
To gain the reflection of tears—
But it's still too little, too little.
Pain, but this is clear pain!
My friend, just kick it again,
Draw a line on the red eyes.
Let the swallow peck it apart, let the willow leaf knife!
Tears, but this is clear tears!
Continue to cover with a dark eye mask,
As long as the tears flow away,
Naturally, it will satisfy the land's thirst.
My friend, my deep love for her friend,
Please curse again, this is my plea.
Please be angry again, to bring her tears.
Stop, the pain is not yours to bear!
My friend, my hatred for her friend,
Think again, the answer will be revealed.
Discuss it again, we will all be embarrassed.
Stop, the tears are not for me to shed!