"Beijing and Hebei mourn in autumn, simple as a pot; Fengyu Handan, ancient Cizhou kiln. Yellow-haired beauty, her soul and dreams lingering, mixing a handful of green clay, melting you and me together. The tide of dark clouds churns up waves. I alone think of her, is she there, far away, smiling at me. Leave a red bean for yearning, fire two eternal love pots. Softly calling her name, come into my arms - I love you, love you like pottery!"