As in A Dream – Li Ching Chao 

To the melody of “Ru Meng Lin”
Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew,

My drunken sleep left me no merrier.

I question one that raised the curtain, who

Replies: “The wild quince trees — are as they were.”

But no, but no!

Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow. 

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