机声喧早日，澹月汗凝华。
三更思懒觉，遍体漫床沙。
睡梦危楼起，和衣想干啥。
Green hills and blue seas are gold
We are determined to hold
In seasons they are of flower
For ever here and there all over
Falling leaves lead to new spring leaf
But wildlife is always chief
Year by year day and coming day
