When the rain ceases,The white water flowers of Ch'ang Lo stroll together at sunsetIn the City by the River.The young girls are no longer confinedIn the gold pavilions,But may gaze at the green waterWhirling under the bridge of many turnings.
When the rain ceases,The white water flowers of Ch'ang Lo stroll together at sunsetIn the City by the River.The young girls are no longer confinedIn the gold pavilions,But may gaze at the green waterWhirling under the bridge of many turnings.
When the rain ceases,The white water flowers of Ch'ang Lo stroll together at sunsetIn the City by the River.The young girls are no longer confinedIn the gold pavilions,But may gaze at the green waterWhirling under the bridge of many turnings.
When the rain ceases,
The white water flowers of Ch'ang Lo stroll together at sunset
In the City by the River.
The young girls are no longer confined
In the gold pavilions,
But may gaze at the green water
Whirling under the bridge of many turnings.
Tai Ta-mien, 18th Century