Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)
To the Tune of "Like a Dream"

Last night the rain was violent with the strong wind.
After sound sleep the wine still remains in mind.
I asked the maid of the crab-apple trees.

"They are still the same," she said.

"But don't you know," I told her,
"There should be more green than red."

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