I am a roaming teardrop on the annual ring
You can still smell my rouge in the air floating
Should I carve my promise on the River bank
The river’s cold moonlight will flood entire town
Under the Tree of Time I waited for you long
They scorned’nd laughed at me for my hair greying on
Behold the flying kite chasing the setting sun
A weather-beaten lamp in midnight saying goodbye
My heart is like the sand on the rutted road
Should you return the world will be a bumpy one
When autumn night rain falls, wet is the tired bird
Under a wall of flower remains the yellow withered
You live the east of Qiantang I north of Lin An town
You left in clothes brownI had my yellow dress on
Reborn in Quanting site due to the compass wrong
I treaded to Hangcheng you was born in Yuhang
花妖赏读
方壶斋
不能不说花妖的歌词写的讲究，不会唱当成诗来读，也比那些神神叨叨的当代白话诗好。
我是那年轮上 流浪的眼泪 你仍然能闻到 风中的胭脂味 我若是将诺言 刻在那江畔上 一江水冷月光 满城的汪洋
韵脚是AABB。首句就把这个悲剧故事的要点交代了： 时间， 阴差阳错，地理上对了，时间上不对，从此隔着永远不可能交错的时间。第二句，或许胭脂味可能在时间上延续，但是我们在地理上定位错了，也见不到。第三四句，很好的比喻，诺言经由江上月光迷漫到全城。诺言无所不在，却实现不了。
我在时间的树下等了你很久 尘凡儿谗我谤我笑我白了头 你看那天边追逐落日的纸鸢 像一盏回首道别夤夜的风灯
韵脚： AABC， 有无可能弄成AABA呢，想了一下想不出来。还是意思要紧。首句又点出时间这个因素，难免让人联想到因为时间因素不能聚头的相爱之人，如：恨不相逢未嫁时。第二句比喻很好，把俗人比喻成尘土，直解当然也可以：我在树下等你，路上风尘仆仆。
我的心似流沙 放逐在车辙旁 他日你若再返 必颠沛在世上 若遇那秋夜雨 倦鸟也淋漓 那却是花墙下弥留的枯黄
韵脚： AABA
一二句这回强调的是追寻之苦， 流沙，车辙，颠沛，无不表现出奔波的艰难，何况这种奔波又注定是徒劳的。 倦鸟被雨淋湿， 花儿在墙下枯萎，都是一个痴心女子在追寻中老去的形象。
君住在钱塘东 妾在临安北 君去时褐衣红 小奴家腰上黄 寻差了罗盘经 错投在泉亭 奴辗转到杭城 君又生余杭
韵脚： ABCB，但是 注意中间也有韵的因素—-东，红，经，城。如果切割成八句，韵脚则是ABACAAAC，还是挺好听的。
这一部分在歌曲上可以是副歌，副歌用于表现主题。这里已经没有比喻了，直接写故事是怎么回事。唱完前两部分的比喻以后，到这里揭示真相，是让人动容的部分。不信你唱唱，到此会不会有要哭的感觉？
英文翻译：方壶斋
I am a drop of roaming tear on the annual ring
My perfume in the air you’re still smelling
If I carve my promise on the banks of a river
The whole town the cold moonlight will flood over
I wait for you a long time under the time tree
Laughed at by dusts for the grey hair they see
Look at the paper kite chasing the setting sun
Like a windproof lamp in late night on its departing run
My heart is like the sand by the ruts on the road
Should you return you would be in a bumpy world
As autumn rain falls a tired bird will soak over
It’ the remaining withered yellow at wall’s corner
You live in the east of Qiantang I north of Lin An town
You left in ragged clothes when I had my noble dress on
I was reborn in Quanting because the compass was wrong
When I finally came to Hangzhou you in Yuhang was born
