春盛雨,初出行塘,日暮反
daily growing
I‘ll buy my love some flannel, I’ll make my love a shroud,
With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down,
With every stitch I put in it, how the tears they will flow,
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.
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