The male pheasant flies and vents its feathers;

A gentleman with a heart, he blames himself.

Looking at the sun and the moon, I think;

The clouds of the road are far away, can the clouds come?

The male pheasant flies, and the sound is up;

Thinking of the gentleman, work hard for my heart.

A gentleman who does not know virtue;

If you don't ask for it, why don't you ask for it.

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