I have seen a road that wanders in green shade, that runs through sweet fields of flowers. My eyes have traveled there, and journeyed far along that cool fine road.But I will never really walk that road; it does not really lead to where she lives.
When she was born, they bound her little feet with leather bands; my beloved never walks the road of shade and flowers.
When she was born, they bound her little heart with leather bands; my beloved never listens to my song. ~Anonymous (cited: Various Authors, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg
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