On Qingming Day, a Topic of the Moment

In the emperor’s precincts, Qingming Day is valued,
One’s heart turns naturally to thoughts of sadness.
The clatter of carriages merges on the high road,
The color of willows is deep-green by the east city-wall.
Blossoms fall, as grasses spring up together,
Orioles take flight, while butterflies play.
In the empty hall just now I am remembering you,
Pouring tea for a while instead of getting drunk.