Tune: Pure Spring Lake
A Summer day on the Lake
Annoying mist and enticing dew
Retain me for a while with puzzling view.
Hand in hand, we stroll by the Lake of Lotus Flower;
A sudden rain drizzles into a shower.
Fond to be silly, I care not for others, never.
Undoffed, I lie down with my breast against his chest.
What can I do when comes the time to sever?
Indolent when back, by my dresser I won’t rest.