Rose ah bridle
Poet: Yang Lingye
Hitomi's eyes caught the night look.
Huanpei crumple a gallery clogs ring.
The Beichi not that graceful moment chewing;
Time position then condenses on the crystal screens.
Rose ah! Prickly in your hands,
Hold it from rolling to the red;
Embroidery a burning morning
Reading for many birds. |
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