Dew on the night of sleep,
Touched by soft light,
It is willing to die,
For this immortal tenderness.
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And I, just getting up, am lazy,
Rub your shy eyes,
Praise the sun,
Poetry is all over the wall.
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Hi! Jade bird gets up the earliest,
Gee, I got up the latest.
The sunshine covered my face,
Spread the breakfast prepared by my lover on the tablecloth.
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In Yuan Ye, a vast land,
I can only express my love with my steps,
Greet your arrival with your eyes,
I knew this before dawn.
Close your eyes.