Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
Now they are withered.
Where is my homeland?
I forgot it only when drunk.
The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept.
Now the perfume has gone,
But the wine has not gone.
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Comments2I remember reading these lines when I was young: "I put plum blossoms in my hair. Now they are withered." Brings back so many memories. Grammar errors []
Li Ch'ing Chao's words, "sandal wood incense burned out", is deep 😢🖤.