Hands of Gold
He rode through the streets of the city
Jun ride into the city
Down from his hill on high
Riding down the Nanshan Mountain
O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles
Passing through halls and alleys
He rode to a woman's sigh
Just Wen Yi sighed
For she was his secret treasure
Yi Weijun's jade
She was his shame and his bliss
self-defeating slave
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Thousands of gold as earth
Compared to a woman's kiss
only for red lips
For hands of gold are always cold
golden hands like frost
But a woman's hands are warm
Yi's heart is warm
If you translate it blindly by yourself, don't spray it.
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