22. From the Wood Chip Chronicle, 14 Poem (September 1889) – No. 5


其五

鹹氣射顔顔欲黃
醜容對鏡易悲傷
馬齡今日廿三歳
始被佳人呼我郎

No. 5

The salty air hits my face, it turns a yellow complexion;
When I look at my ugly face in the mirror, I’m easily distressed.
My age today is twenty-three,
Soon, you’ll start calling me darling.


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