Out of the east gate
Strolling through the east gate of the city is as beautiful as a cloud.
Although there are many clouds, I think of people.
I love the green scarf, so I love it.
Walking outside the city gate, the beauty is Kaya.
Although it is not mine, it is not mine.
Only a scarf with this element can be loved interestingly.
Source:
The Book of Songs Zheng Guofeng Feng