Enchanting Tom Sharp

You dance on the hill beating a drum made from a wine jar. Winter or summer, you dance waving egret feathers in your hands. You dance with egret feathers dangling from your umbrella. I think I love you, but I know it’s hopeless.

宛丘 诗经

子之汤兮，宛丘之上兮。 洵有情兮，而无望兮。 坎其击鼓，宛丘之下。 无冬无夏，值其鹭羽。 坎其击缶，宛丘之道。 无冬无夏，值其鹭翿。