Verdant are the weeping willows, tranquil the mirror-like waters.

聞郎江上踏歌聲。

From the river side I hear my loved one singing the folk tune.

東邊日出西邊雨，

I say here the sun shines, there it showers.

道是無晴卻有晴*。

Whether it rains or shines, can he read my mind from its overtone? 

PS  * is a pun word, so implict yet so beautiful.