English Rendering
Spring dream is like the poplar flowers
drift around the world.
The little oriole flits through the green window,
but that damsel has no way to sneak out.
Look outside,blue mist is ambiguous as her infatuation.
Getting into a small carriage
through some lakes and ferries.
The boy was living in that green attic,
but that damsel only wipes her tears,
the handkerchief boy gave she still treasures as the star in her heart river.
