Tune: "Thinking of the Imperial Capital"

Out strolling on a spring day,
Almond blossoms flutter and fill her hair.
“On the field path, who is that young man
So dashing?
I'd like to be his wife
My whole life long!
Even if he heartlessly abandoned me,
I'd feel no shame.”
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Wei Chuang
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