The rainfall moon, hidden by the clouds
When I have to go be a bride, who shall I go with?
Alone, I hold a paper umbrella
If I don't have a paper umbrella, who shall I go with?
Shala shala, shan shan, goes the bell
On the horse, it gets drenched.
Oh, please hurry horse, the dawn comes.
From underneath the reins, you look back
I hide my face with my sleeve
Even if my sleeve gets wet with my tears, I can dry it and it'll dry.
The rainfall moon, hidden by the clouds
On the horse, it gets drenched.