Green hills indistinct water far away
Autumn end river south grass trees wither
Twenty four bridges bright moon night
Jade person what place welcome blow flute
Green hills are indistinct, water stretches far,
The end of autumn south of the river- grass and trees are withered.
Twenty-four bridges under the bright moon tonight,
Where are the beautiful people blowing flutes of welcome?
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