the lovely lo fo of the western land plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside. across the green boughs stretches out her white hand; in golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed. "my silkworms are hungry, i cannot stay. tarry not with your five-horse cab, i pray."
ballads of four seasons: spring
the lovely lo fo of the western land
plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
in golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed.
"my silkworms are hungry, i cannot stay.
tarry not with your five-horse cab, i pray."