"Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Wild Weeds"
There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is shining. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. We meet each other by chance, just as I wish.
There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as clear air. We meet each other by chance, and we meet each other by chance.