昏鸦尽，小立恨因谁？
急雪乍翻香阁絮，轻风吹到胆瓶梅，
心字已成灰。
《Dream of Jiang Nan》by Nalanrongruo, Qing dynasty

I stood sadly in wind when evening crows had flown away，
Willow catkins, like snow flakes, were fluttering into the incense pavilion
Where my sweetheart used to stay.
The plums in a vase swang as  late winds swayed.

I felt lost as the jasmine incense burnt gray.