In the garden, from year to year,
When spring runs riot, green grass will appear.
The ground covered with fallen blooms,
In mist and rain grass looms.
Again we sing the farewell song,
At dusk in the Pavilion Long.
Gone is my friend.
The grass still grows north, south, east, west without end.
The poet thinks of his friend when he sees the grass he saw at parting.
The poem “Rouged Lips” is a work by Lin Bu, a lyricist of the Northern Song Dynasty. The lyric contains the author’s lament about the vicissitudes of the human world and the prosperity of the rich and the poor as a passing cloud. The whole lyric is written in a fresh and ethereal way, with a deep sense of emotion in the objects, expressing the sadness of parting through the chanting of spring grass. The whole lyric is a combination of chanting and lyricism, and the melancholy and sadness of spring is implied in the miserable and soft objects, rendering the endless sorrow of leaving. This is a masterpiece of grass singing, rich in linguistic and contextual beauty, and has been recited by readers for generations.