Chūn mián bù jué xiǎo, chùchù wén tí niǎo. Yè lái fēng yǔ shēng, huā luò zhī duōshǎo.
In spring sleep, I miss the dawn; birds chirp everywhere. In the night came wind and rain — who knows how many blossoms fell?
Zuótiān yè lái fēng yǔ shēng, jīn zǎo mǎn dì luòyè.
Last night came the sound of wind and rain; this morning the ground is carpeted with fallen leaves.
