Beautiful and Long-Haired Dancers

The early spring's full of mild breeze and sunshine,

The cotton gown's to warm my happy mind. Waking up later, I felt coldish,

My hair-inserted's plum blossom is not fresh.

Where is my hometown?

Unless drunk, I will not forget it down.

I slept, the fragrant wood burnt,

While the smell disappearing,

I am still in a drunk state.