胡同老樹牆影舊,
紅樓風月客憐新,
燈燭輝煌光照遠,
厭見深閨枕邊人.
Old trees in the alley cast shadows on ancient walls,
In the brothel’s endless allure, guests favor new courtesans.
Though lanterns shine brightly, illuminating far and wide,
They tire of seeing the same person beside the pillow in the deep boudoir.
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