In the Mirror

Merely looking back on life he had regrets

And plum blossoms would be snowing down

Such as watching her swim to the other side of the river

Such as climbing a pine wood ladder

Danger can indeed strike you as beauty

Not though as watching her return from a horse ride

With fiery cheeks

Bashful. Bowing her head, responding to the emperor

A mirror is since long set up for her

Let her then sit in the mirror, where she uses to sit   

Looking out of the window, merely to remember life and regret

Plum blossoms snowing down covering all of South Mountain