Sweet daytime, so pleasant, so tranquil, so bright!

Just like the perfect match of earthen and heaven.

The dew shall weep ,

Just for thou departure.  

Charming roses, painted red and beautiful,

Made quicker passers-by stay and stare.

Thy root is forever in the grave,

And thou must die.

Wonderful spring, full of amazing days and fragrant roses,

Seems like a box full of overflowing fragrant ,

My music confirms ye also have thou destinies,

And all must be vanish,

Only an honest and virtuous soul,

Like a dry alternate timber, never out of its shapes;

Even if the whole world turns into ashes,

It still shining and immortal.