微雲一抹遙峰，The remote mountain is tinted with a touch of cloud, 

冷溶溶，Moistened and chilly.

恰與個人清曉畫眉同。Just like her eyebrows she painted in the mornings,

紅蠟淚，the candle wax melted like her fallen tears,

青綾被，on the blue patchwork quilt,

水沉濃，in the fragrantly perfumed boudoir.

卻與黃茅野店聽西風。But the lonesome me at a thatched inn, listening to the west wind alone.