To the Tune

Fragrant flowers fell to dust when the wind stopped.
It's getting late, but I'm wearied of dressing my hair.
Things are the same, but he is no more and all is over.
Tears fall down before I speak.

They say that spring at the Twin Creek is still enjoyable,
So I plan a boating over there.
But I am afraid that the tiny boat on the Twin Creek
Cannot carry so much of my woe.