無言獨上西樓，月如鈎。寂寞梧桐深院鎖清秋。

Feeling my loneliness, as the hook-shaped crescent moon hanging on the sky, I came up to West Chamber, yonder deep yard confined the lonesome phoenix trees in this fresh early fall.       

剪不斷，理還亂，是離愁。别是一般滋味在心頭。

Feeling my wrench, as the entangled silk, that I couldnt cut off nor get over those  intertwining thoughts, that kept tossing and turning deep down like some indescribable flavor.