"The clearing blue sky was waiting for the misty rain,
While I was waiting for you,
Moonlight was fishing up from the water surface,
Ringing away the ending of round ripples,
Porcelain blue, handed down from ancient time,
your eyes carried smiling expression,
you difining away like a strand of smoke,
Went to the place where I could not reach.
(Qing Hua xi)
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