Sent to a neighbour girl
The day's shyness is covered with a silken sleeve;
spring sadness makes it hard to rise and put my makeup on.
It's easy to come by a pearl without price;
what's hard is to find a lover with a heart.
On the pillow, hidden teardrops;
among the flowers, a broken heart
but still I can peep at Song Yu,
so why regret Wang Chang?
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