Tune: "The Bodhisattva Foreigner"
Recalling now the pleasures of the South,
When I was young in light spring tunic—
Astride my horse by the sloping bridge,
Red-sleeved ones beckoned from every storied house.
By gilt-hinged kingfisher screens,
Drunk, I'd enter the flower groves to spend the night.
Seeing such flower twigs now,
Though gray-haired, I swear I'd not go home.
When I was young in light spring tunic—
Astride my horse by the sloping bridge,
Red-sleeved ones beckoned from every storied house.
By gilt-hinged kingfisher screens,
Drunk, I'd enter the flower groves to spend the night.
Seeing such flower twigs now,
Though gray-haired, I swear I'd not go home.
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