sorry about the terrible chinese and structure >.<

Winter's wind on the mountain cuts to the bone,
the night is dark and all around is snow.
Suddenly, in the distance there seems to be fire;
in truth, it is a plum blossom tree at the edge of the cliff.
Its branches point to the city below,
its red flowers brighter than candlelight (at the windows).
Those blossoms so striking against the frost, were likely a mirage;
upon waking, their fragrance lingers on the emperor's bed.