Like lovebirds high or low, here and there,
While young, you think of flying in pair,
Your brows like bright green hills,Your eyes like autumn rills
To the south of the lake.
You swing and sway just like a teenager awake
on a budding spring day, Or a flower on a branch thin,
to know sorrow you just begin.
seeking flowers with wine, i would not lag behind when day is fine.
coming back from afar, I am afraid.
I'll see mume trees bear fruit and make shade,
my heart's desire cannot be gratified
O willow tree by Long Pavilion's side,
Do you not know my heart?
I often turn my head though miles apart.
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