Kua Cun the price,
Sleeping while she breaths
Slavish grips of “love”
On a “valen” day.
All along allays,
All the thoughts of birth,
And her love enrolls,
With the child make king.
Not the world can stop,
All the feelings now;
For this back is bound,
On this bed of clay.
Time away but all,
Lust called love compels
Till the arrow struck,
And from now tis...
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