Separation to the tune of Leaves of Chinese Parasols
梧叶儿·别情
Easy to separate heretofore,
别离易，
Hard to meet once more,
相见难，
If only I could stop his journey, I pray.
何处锁雕鞍。
Now spring is going away,
春将去，
And no sign of his return,
人未还，
And this is when.
这其间，
I will soon myself out burn!
殃及杀愁眉泪眼。