Life is like a stranger,
Why lament for the failure of tryst?
Skittish is the nature of the honored player,
Why allegedly he tended to be a fickler?
That clear night slipped soft words of my lover,
Tears gushed, but I ain’t a rankler.
How can I compare the labile beau
To a devoted and faithful vower?
人生若只如初见,何事秋风悲画扇。
等闲变却故人心,却道故人心易变。
骊山语罢清宵半,泪雨零铃终不怨。
何如薄幸锦衣郎,比翼连枝当日愿。