Golden flower is here
Blooming, see.
Golden song is here,
They are singing, hear.
I know not
What more you need
In life here.
To fill up the belly
Is not the only work
To be done.
To sleep with wife
Is not the pleasure
At the forefront.
In this jungle let me search the deer.
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