Oh, don't wake up, little moon, Don't wake up to anyone, Only wake up to the cute one, As he goes home.

Shine a light on him early, And disperse the clouds, And if he has another, Then go behind the clouds.

The moon was shining, it was shining brightly, But it went behind the shadows, And I, poor thing, cry bitterly: My dear betrayed me!

"Either love me faithfully, Or leave me forever, Or write my black eyebrows on paper!"

"I wrote for four days and four nights, but I can't write Your brown eyes!"

"Did you write on paper? Write in Chinese. If you don't paint in the evening, I'll die in the morning!"

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