It is the moonlight of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.

• 那是三月一个洒满月光的夜晚，空气中飘散着散沫花香甜的气息，我的长笛孤零零地躺在泥土中，你的花环也没有编好。