谁知风雪夜归魂

闻烟问火赏花棠

奈何桥中倩影温

喧吆嚣喝醉中忘

Who knows the phantom treading in a snowy night,

Smells the smoke and asks the fire for the begonia flowers?

While the shadow on the bridge is still warm,

I can but raise my glass to oblivion at this hustling hour.