Song for White Hair

East of the walls of Lo-yong

The flowers of peach and plum,

Flying here, flying away,

Into whose yard falling now?

And the young girls of Lo-yong

grieve for their loveliness,

Walking they meet the fallen flowers

And sigh their long-drawn sighs.

（洛阳城东桃李花，

飞来飞去落谁家？

洛阳女儿惜颜色，

行远落花长叹息。）