一盏离愁孤单伫立在窗口我在门後假装你人还没走All alone in wait by the window，Stands a sad lamp in parting sorrow. To linger behind an unbelieving gate，Isn‘t my longing¹ gaze all but too late？

　　旧地如重游月圆更寂寞夜半清醒的烛火不忍苛责我Lonelier is the moon full and cold，Bitter still is when an old love retold. A midnight candle struggles to keep awake，Isn‘t a sleepless² grief all but my mistake？

　　一壶漂泊浪迹天涯难入喉你走之後酒暖回忆思念瘦To the end of the world I drift，With a pot of wine too heavy to lift. The wine revives a memory thin and thick……

　　Doesn‘t it warm up all but a heart so love-sick？

　　水向东流时间怎麼偷花开就一次成熟我却错过How can I bear to steal the hour As water flows east to catch a flower，Soon blooming，soon withering，and so forgotten. Didn‘t my life miss all but a fateful blossom？

　　谁在用琵琶弹奏一曲东风破岁月在墙上剥落看见小时候Who played over a lute³ amid east breezes，Heart torn apart and tune⁴ falling into pieces？

　　A weary wall stands peeling and silent. Doesn‘t it remind all but an age innocent？

　　犹记得那年我们都还很年幼而如今琴声幽幽我的等候你没听过Youthful hours are no more and passed. Am I alone holding to by-gones fast？

　　In vain is the music blown to float. Isn‘t my wait all but a sobbing⁵ note？

　　谁再用琵琶弹奏一曲东风破枫叶将故事染色结局我看透Never could the same lute ever play A tune long gone and blown far away. Maples⁶ live for a moment bright and brief. Wouldn‘t our story come to all but a grief？

　　篱笆外的古道我牵著你走过荒烟漫草的年头就连分手都很沉默Beyond hedges an ancient path forgot the time When we walked along with your hand in mine. Parting words speak less than a silent tear. Isn‘t memory all but smoky grass far and near？