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陌頭楊柳綠煙絲。 立馬煩君折一枝。 唯有春風最相惜。 殷勤更向手中吹。

거리의 버드나무 연기처럼 푸른 실가지, 말 세우고 그대 시켜 가지 하나 꺾었더니, 봄바람만이 그것이 아까운지, 은근히 다시 손안으로 불어오네.

The willow on the roadside, its green boughs like billowing smoke. I stop the horse and trouble you to snap one for me. Only the spring breeze feels most sorry for it, blowing briskly on the bough now in my hand.

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