How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
世人皆爱卿，倾城好容颜，
虚情或假意，难以作分辨，
唯有一男子，慕卿以真心，
光阴摧花容，爱卿永不变。