I am the golden helmet warrior of the East
There is a sun gem on my dagger
I cross the ocean, no one can stop me
I don't have an imaginary sister
If I had a sister, I would like to be like her
Like souls can't tell
She is in the front, she is in the back, and the soul is in the middle
Long hair soaked the dressing gown
She won't let her black hair spread in the spring
She lives in the shining fir forest
Under each tree, the stream is thin and shiny
The dull iron axe struck deep
Old Lei Gong also worked as a woodcutter
Silver footprints were left everywhere
There is mud in the clear sky
Dark clouds like a flock of strange birds perch at the bottom of the pool
She won't suddenly disappear in the roar
She won't be afraid of me surpassing herself
She won't lift and put down the red pottery bottle
It's painted with timid beasts
Fir forest, only it shines day and night
Sections form a water path
The red shell is the roof of her house
She closed the wooden door and never came out again
There are no lights outside the dense fence
The little monkey's tail rolled up
What flickers in the male Swertia's breath
Sigh is hot, hot sigh
No more sighs, no more fences
The flow of life has no beginning and no end
Barefoot spring, walking on the wetland
The shadow of mint grass is particularly cool
I want to love her like a brother and sister
Like a small fish in a spring
I want to spread myself among the percussion
I want to gather into her shadow on the water