Usually I endeavour to command my feelings,
But now, when my emotions come upon me suddenly, they are difficult to control.
Being returned home, I look at my own little girl.
My tears fall as rain. They trickle down the string of my cap and continue to flow.
SUNG TO THE AIR: "LOOKING SOUTH OVER THE RIVER AND DREAMING"
BY WÊN T'ING-YÜN
The hair is combed,
The face is washed,