一曲新詞酒一杯,
去年天氣舊亭臺,
夕陽西下幾時回?
無可奈何花落去,
似曾相識燕歸來。
小園香徑獨徘徊。
A song filled with new words, a cup filled with old wine,
The bower is last year’s, the weather is as fine.
Will last year reappear as the sun on decline?
Deeply I sigh for the fallen flowers in vain;
Vaguely I seem to know the swallows come again.
In fragrant garden path alone I still remain.