The painted boat is punted in to where the flowers are thick.
Fragrance floats round golden cups,
Mist and rain are so, so fine,
In a snatch of pipes and song I drunkenly return
- Ouyang Xiu
they certainly don't understand
the thickness of the forest, the depth of the coffin.
if only they could see it
they will know that you couldn't even move an inch.
Fragrance floats round golden cups,
Mist and rain are so, so fine,
In a snatch of pipes and song I drunkenly return
- Ouyang Xiu
they certainly don't understand
the thickness of the forest, the depth of the coffin.
if only they could see it
they will know that you couldn't even move an inch.
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