The sound of returning Hong cuts off the remaining green clouds,
Snow fell from the back window and the smoke from the furnace continued.
The phoenix hairpin shines brightly at the bottom of the candle,
A man with a hairpin head wins over lightness.
The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak,
The dawn returns to the bull fight.
It's hard to see flowers in spring,
The west wind leaves behind the old cold.
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