I trample fallen flowers on a steed so proud,
And flick my whip at a cab of five-colored cloud.
The jeweled curtain drawn reveals a lady fair.
Smiling, she points to a mansion red, “My house is there.”
I trample fallen flowers on a steed so proud,
And flick my whip at a cab of five-colored cloud.
The jeweled curtain drawn reveals a lady fair.
Smiling, she points to a mansion red, “My house is there.”
