| Under the lamplight that grows feeble |
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| The Great sky hazy with scents of plum blossoms |
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| Neglectful, I have not died of love |
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| Wakeful for last year's call that I loved |
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| He does not come, but I wait |
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| Not like an ordinary cloud |
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| When there's love as unrecognized as a lily |
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| Here again, another useless sign of the floating world |
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| The Plain of Heaven, think of it |
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| While we bring to dawn the flower and the moon |
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