Huang Pixian squats on the kang
Red eyes turn three times
Banging the sky in the middle of the night
The ghost door creaks open half way
White lanterns hung on crooked neck tree
The shadow lengthened nine feet three
The rice vat rattled in the woodshed
Who is counting the years of your life?
(Hey... There are only three pleats left)
(One pleat for a bowl of blood millet rice)
(Two pleats pay off your debts from previous lives)
(Three pleats——)
Paper money is swirled and stuck to the window lattice
Yellow fur paws rest on shoulders
Don't look back, don't answer
It is answering the underworld for you...
