Brought to life by spring
Without limit
Your branches tremble
Without cease
As daylight breaks
I’d pay a pretty penny
To hear whatever words you
Would choose to speak
But your only answer
Is to continue dancing
While inside flutters a
Butterfly’s wing
And an oriole sings
For a taste of your
Sweet nectar
Even an empire falls
Short of the grandeur
With which your
Lithe body speaks
Though a shrug of the brow
Is your meager reward
柳
動春何限葉
撼曉幾多枝
解有相思否
應無不舞時
絮飛藏皓蝶
帶弱露黃鸝
傾國宜通體
誰來獨賞眉
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