Wood
Poetry/Reeds
Wild vines of The Southern Mountains
That's a winding twist
That's winding
My crush
Drill in wild vines
The turban was wrapped around the vine
It's also haunting my heart
Wild grape blossoms of The Southern Mountains
The opening is so splendid
The beloved girl in the flower bush
Quietly look under the green vines
Hopefully, she'll see me
Dodge in a hurry
Only the wild grapes
Still shaking in my heart
Wild grapes of the South Mountains
Start hanging down strings after strings
Covered my naked armed girl
She removed the straw hat she was wearing
Put the ripe grapes in
At the moment, I think a lot
It's that straw hat
Then she took the bunch of grapes in her hand
Take her fragrance
tree with hanging
the branches
Poetry / Reed
Wild grape vine in Nanshan
It's so crooked
Like that
My pretty girl
Drilling in wild vines
The scarf was tied around the vine
Also lingering in my heart
Wild grape flower in Nanshan
Driving so brightly
The beloved girl in the flowers
Look quietly under the green vine
I wish, I wish she saw me
Quickly Dodge
Only the wild grape flower
Still shaking in my heart
Wild grapes of Nanshan
Began to hang down string after string
Covered my girl with bare arms
She took off her straw hat
Put the ripe grapes in
At this moment, how I want to
It's the straw hat
Take the bunch of grapes in her hand
Her fragrance took over