I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,
chūn mián bù jué xiǎo ,
Everywhere round me the singing of birds –
chù chù wén tí niǎo 。
But now I remember the night, the storm,
yè lái fēng yǔ shēng ,
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
huā luò zhī duō shǎo 。

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