Pink hands so fine Gold-branded wine Spring paints the willows green palace walls can't confine East wind unfair happy times rare In my heart sad thoughts throng We've severed for years long Wrong wrong wrong Spring is as green In vain she's lean Her kerchief soaked with tears and red with stains unclean Peach blossoms fall Near deserted hall Our oath is still there. Lo! No word to her can go No no no 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/3e157b36e97101f69e3143323968011ca300f7d3.html