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Butterfly Loves the Flower: Leaning on the High Tower
伫倚危楼风细细，
望极春愁，
黯黯生天际。
草色烟光残照里，
无言谁会凭阑意。
Long I lean upon the high tower, the wind fine and thin; gazing to the very edge of spring's sorrow, it rises gloomily upon the sky's rim. In the grass-color and the misty light of the fading glow, wordless — who understands this leaning upon the rail?
拟把疏狂图一醉，
对酒当歌，
强乐还无味。
衣带渐宽终不悔，
为伊消得人憔悴。
I would give myself to careless wildness and plan one drunkenness: face the wine and sing — but forced mirth has no savor. My girdle grows looser, and I do not regret it; for her I am willing to be wasted away.
Reading notes
The text consulted titles this tune Feng Qi Wu; this page keeps Die Lian Hua. 强乐 means forcing oneself to be merry and is read qiǎng lè. 还 in 还无味 is read hái. 阑 is also written 栏.