Here you will find the Poem To the Tune of poet Li Ching Chao
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early. In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed, But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill. I put plum blossoms in my hair. Now they are withered. Where is my homeland? I forgot it only when drunk. The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept. Now the perfume has gone, But the wine has not gone.