Die Lian Hua
Remember our first encounter by the picture screen,
Jolted out of a sweet dream,
Staring down Gaotang Road till nothing's seen.
Swallows in pairs came and went.
Out the window screen, several springs have dimmed.
That day by the embroidered drapes where we met,
Eyes lowered, you pretended going away,
Then smilingly tidied up your scented cloudlike tresses,
Shutting down a mountain of spring, too shy to speak,
Hard to reveal lightly to people emotions so deep.
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