Summer went and I wore a rosy cloud of the East China Sea
Spring came and my feet soaked in the West Lake water
I dreamt and got drunk in the West Tower and chanted moon
I loved and infatuated in the East Attic and painted plum flowers
Summer went and I wore a rosy cloud of the East China Sea
Spring came and my feet soaked in the West Lake water
I dreamt and got drunk in the West Tower and chanted moon
I loved and infatuated in the East Attic and painted plum flowers