My sister is spinning cotton in her room
Sore hands and numb feet
The spinning line is long and long
I can't control that thin lover
Cotton in Fangjie
Only in a hurry, no joy
Although cotton is spun into yarn
No lover around
Clothes made of cotton yarn
Where can I give it to my lover
I can't send it to you
Why rush
My sister is spinning cotton in her room
Only in a hurry, no joy
Although cotton is spun into yarn
No lover around
My sister is spinning cotton in her room
Sore hands and numb feet
The spinning line is long and long
I can't control that thin lover
There is no joy but haste
Although cotton is spun into yarn
No lover around
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