Foreigner girl, where do you live you, 
In which world, 
How the life of yours, 
Your country and clime, 
Which but I know them not, 
Wherefrom you, 
What the manner and etiquette, 
Food-habit and behaviour of yours, 
Foreign girl? 
A flower from across the overseas, 
The mountains and rivers
Which divide the territories, 
Landscapes and scenarios
With a beauty of own, 
So beautiful, so fast-coloured. 
The language may different, the manner may be, 
But the heart is the same, 
The same throbbing and pulsating heart
Which see I in all, 
Yea, the heart is loveful, 
The eyes so deep and dreamy, 
Love, only love is therein.                
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