There were no girls not wearing flowers There were no boys not riding horses. Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding. Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families. No flower will not fade No horse will cross the bridge Withered flowers are buried everywhere The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back When you sing my song. My horse and I are tired. It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

There were no girls not wearing flowers There were no boys not riding horses. Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding. Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families. No flower will not fade No horse will cross the bridge Withered flowers are buried everywhere The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back When you sing my song. My horse and I are tired. It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

There is a pond in front of the gate. Water is flowing out Birds are coming to bathe Magpies are playing with lotus flowers Girls are coming to wash the cloth. Boys are threshing flour. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone.

There is a pond in front of the gate. Water is flowing out Birds are coming to bathe Magpies are playing with lotus flowers Girls are coming to wash the cloth. Boys are threshing flour. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone.

There is a pond in front of the gate. Water is flowing out Birds are coming to bathe Magpies are playing with lotus flowers Girls are coming to wash the cloth. Boys are threshing flour. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone. Take a look. Three times. Working on the stone.