A singing lark comes from the east
Song
1. A singing lark comes from the east, ; Whose eyes are both weeping, ; Under his wings he carries a rose-colored leaf, ; That is because my baby does not love him. ; ; 2. An autumn breeze shakes the tree branch, ; My heart aches, my soul aches for you, ; The autumn breeze only whispers to me, ; My life has turned into a blur, into a blur. ; ; 3. I will go until I see with my own eyes, ; Until I find a dense forest, ; In the middle of a dense forest is my grave, ; I will tell my baby not to cry.