cold

Stroke your forehead with your hand

The fire of the prairie remains in my heart

Runny nose

It's also uncomfortable to lose face

Weakness

Lying high on the head of the bed, cold and swishing

Teary-eyed

Men are also afraid of diseases

Meditate on yourself

Hate is hot and cold

Good medicine is bitter

Chapped lips and furrowed brows

The heart is also uncomfortable

There is no one to care for the grave

You're inside, I'm outside

I want to cry but I'm ashamed

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