Here you will find the Poem Tz'u No. 12 of poet Li Ching Chao
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red and snow-white. This reminds me that after the blooming of the cherry-apple tree It is time to lament the dying spring. Singing and drinking have come to an end; jade cups are empty; Lamps are flickering. Hardly able to bear the sorrows and regrets of my dreams, I hear the mournful cry of the cuckoo.