When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I felt lonely.
Hideyoshi's face is half hibiscus,
The heart is like water, wrinkled by the wind.
Love turns snow-capped mountains white,
The green hills of agriculture are not old.
Once as cold as winter,
Born without a wife to have fun with?
Day after day,
The whole world is lamenting my infatuation!
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