Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early. <br />In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed, <br />But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill. <br />I put plum blossoms in my hair. <br />Now they are withered. <br />Where is my homeland? <br />I forgot it only when drunk. <br />The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept. <br />Now the perfume has gone, <br />But the wine has not gone.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-tune/
