Those temptations are finally lifted up,

and they are finally swayed by the sobriety of someone who has been awakened after sleeping.

You little woman, wearing a red tassel

hiding her eyes, and even some gentle arms

turn red after you bite

. Engraving the season deeply

seems to be deep in the jungle, and you can see snails carrying time

What should I do? Wan Muchun in front of the grass tree

Sweep the dust particles in front of your door, and you should see its eyes,

Pear blossoms with tears,

* Beautiful women *

The forest flies through my mother and me at the same time. I fixed my song on the plateau

There was a grain of sand hidden in my shoe pocket

The night was still. The horizon

spy on my original lover from all directions

Moonlight crouched on the tombstone

Mother, you said that it was the ancestral domain

You hugged my palm with your palm

-such a small hand, green and warm

Mother, the mountain has been buried by the valley, and the river has sunk

through your vast forehead.