I keep calling in the spring and summer,

I was crying all night long,

A crisp and rapid cry,

Can't wake up your amorous feelings.

Delicate flowers,

Can't wait for your caressing hands.

When the cuckoo bird cries,

Rhododendron blooms.

The cuckoo bird cries with blood flowing from its mouth and tongue,

The voice calls for love in the heart, when will it come;

The azaleas are blooming purple and red,

Weeping and mourning, the blood is about to be drained.

My sister's heart is a soft heart,

Brother's heart is an iron heart.

The cuckoo cries blood and reflects the mountain red,

The lonely branch of the bloody cuckoo.

Could it be, helpless,

The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Could it be that the heavens are destined,

Love without a cause, nowhere to take root.

The cuckoo is crying blood is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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