你枕松风摇清梦，

醉了三分。

我顾松果坠云床，

醉了三分。

她拾松针绣玄鹤，

醉了三分。

《Even pine trees get drunk at times》

By Yu Shiyi  

You lean your head against the pine wind, swaying the light of your dreams; It's your slightly tipsy joy. 

I watched as pine cones landed on my cloud like bed; It's my slightly tipsy joy. 

She collected pine needles and embroidered them into auspicious cranes; It was her slightly tipsy joy.