雾锁悬峰，寺香绕梦，义乌幽染潇湘。南江水碧，谁将舟寂无缰。风细细，雨茫茫。念笙箫、此是何乡？看云飞舞，夕阳残照，最美梳妆。

Thin mist locks the peak high, fane incense balms my dream, Yiwu's ink paints the Xiang and the Xiao. The southern water blue, Who is there and why not stop my oar? The wind feels so brisk, the rain seems to pour. Where is my hometown, I ask the flute and hsiao. Lo, the clouds float to soar, Touched with the afterglow, her best dress, never more. 
临行几点幽香。若我池边信步，笑看忧伤。抬高望远，又添几眼沧桑。月暗夜，叹西墙。柳无声、荷伴池塘。欲眠还醉，独扶良久，心惹秋黄。 

Some scent blows here as I start to go, as if I take a walk by a pool, smiling at someone's woe. I raise my head to look, more bleakness I see