英文版：

　　A Lane in the Rain

　　Dai Wangshu

　　Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to encounter

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

　　A girl

　　The color of lilacs,

　　The fragrance of lilacs,

　　The worries of lilacs,

　　Feeling melancholy in the rain,

　　Plaintive and hesitating.

　　Silently she comes closer,

　　Closer,giving me

　　A glance like a sigh;

　　Then she floats past

　　Like a dream,

　　Dreary and blank like a dream.

　　Like a lilac

　　Floating past in a dream,

　　the girl floats past me;

　　Silently she goes further and further,

　　To the crumbling wall,

　　Out of the lane in the rain.

　　In the mournful melody of the rain,

　　Her color has faded,

　　Her fragrance has disppeared,

　　Vanished into the void;

　　Even her glance like a sigh,

　　Melancholy like lilacs.

　　Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to pass

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.