Green Purple Clay Zisha Beauty Cup （160cc）

The Poem on Cup

Ballad of Peace · No.1 （Poet: LiBai）

云想衣裳花想容，
Clouds think of her robe, flowers of her face;
春风拂槛露华浓。
Spring breeze sweeps the rail, dewy blooms in grace.
若非群玉山头见，
If not on Jade Hill’s peak we meet her sight,
会向瑶台月下逢。
We’ll find her on Jade Terrace beneath moonlight.